Good Morning babies! Looks like Spring is finally upon us. The sun is peeking out from behind the clouds, TCB is on holidays and we have a whole week to play in the dirt together. It's about time.
Ah, but HRG you ask, why should we never under estimate the power of the Eyebrow?
As you all know, leaving the nastiness of "the mistake" behind as the year and decade ended was done. None of that baggage was brought forward. It was my choice to stay, my choice to fix our marriage. I did this because I do love TCB and he knows what will happen if it ever happens again. He promised no contact with that...that....that....(well, I want to say woman, but you guys are all pretty creative people, so insert your own expletive here) I believed him. You see, I can feel it when she's been in contact. And, yes, I do check his phone, etc. regularly. I may have forgiven him, but we're not to the regained trust stage. Not yet. Still, I was pretty confident that she was banished forever.
Then I walked past the table where his phone was. And there it was, in a letter that was 10 feet tall and flashing. That letter? K. So I turned the phone on. I was right. There it was, a text message from her.
Now, two things could've happened. I could've dragged TCB out of bed by his balls and start yelling, or................
I could reply to the message.
So I did. Twice. The first message was short and to the point. "do not contact me again". That's pretty clear, yes? But I wasn't done. I sent another text that told her I was aware of what had happened and wondered if her husband would be as interested in all the things I have. I could feel her blood run cold. No, I didn't feel bad at all, but I knew (after all what's the good of having this spidey sense if I don't listen to it?) the point had been made. But it wasn't enough. So....a facebook message was sent. I was careful with my words and language. Losing my fb privileges because of that slut wasn't an option. Here was my message:
"Just a brief note to make sure you fully understood the text messages you received yesterday. I'd tell you my opinion of you, but I'm sure you already have a good idea. Would your husband be interested in copies of all the e-mails, messenger history and texts that I have? I bet he would. I may or may not send to him after all, but the beauty is you will never know when or if they'll just land in his lap. If you have any further contact, directly or indirectly, with TCB, I will publish everything I have in a very public place. Do you understand me? Find someone else's husband to screw around with."
Then I blocked her at every turn, opening a dialogue with her was not something I wanted. I know what they did, TCB has admitted it and now she can spend the rest of the year wondering if I actually will do anything with the things I found. I hope it eats her up inside. Then she can know how it feels.
The story has a happy ending (and no not the kind that started all this bullshit in the first place).I do believe she got the message. In glancing through another friend's list I saw she was gone. I checked his wife's list. Gone from there too. Good. She may have realized that she's insignificant and can be brought to her knees with the lift of an eyebrow.
Problem solved.
HRG
