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long overdue, but I moved to a new "home" a very long time ago...you can now find me here

thanks so much, and hope you'll stay with me.

To the Skank Suddenly Interrupting My Life Again...Part 2

Part 1 is the immediately previous post, here. I'll gladly wait while you bring yourself up to speed if you like.

Now then, let's continue where we left off, shall we?

Looking back, I now see the irony in you telling me he wasn't good enough for me. But I guess I should almost be flattered, in a fucked up way, since you wanted him for yourself. That - to me - could be read as "I want him, so I tell you he's not good enough for you because you're better than me." Not that I needed you to tell me that. I knew that long before the whole ordeal. Anyway, moving right along....

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I'm a patient person, and I can tolerate someone wanting what I've got, no problem. What I cannot and will not tolerate is someone actively trying to take what's mine, by whatever means they can. That's exactly what you did. You literally told MY husband that you were not only attracted to him, but you wanted to be with him intimately. Then you approached me to ask my blessing/permission to kiss him "to see if there's anything other than attraction there." Since I'm a rather liberal person (read: I didn't think there was any chance in hell of it ever actually happening), I said fine, as long as your husband and I both knew about it before it happened. Situation covered; I forgot all about it. All well and good for a while, then forgetting backfired.

So, sure...you wanted my husband. Great. You knew the rules, and you swore to follow them. Those rules held, until right after we got a truck. You switched things and our (MY) Ford Explorer Sport Trac was your new dream vehicle, rather than a Cadillac Escalade - provided The Husband was the one driving. You drove him up to get it from where he'd had to park it around the corner so that we could go home, and for whatever reason you were taken by the moment. I knew nothing at the time, beyond the fact that it took you two forever to g get my truck and get back. Upon getting home, it was visible on The Husband's face that all was not normal. Then texts began pouring in from you, talking about your feelings, and did he feel the same way about you. My personal favorite was when you asked if he'd felt what you did. Not knowing what you were talking about, I asked him once more what had taken so long to go get the truck, since it was just around the corner. The answer to that question still brings me to the edge of a murderous rage, now, more than a year later.

As it turned out, you insisted on driving The Husband around the corner to get my truck for a number of your own reasons. For starters, you wanted to get away from the 4 of us you left behind (your own husband and daughter, and my son and myself), to be alone with The Husband and not have to mind your words and actions. Secondly, you wanted to drive *my* truck, without having to ask my permission. (Anyone who knows anything about me knows that when it comes to what's MINE, if you ask you can have the world, but just doing behind my back will result in death.) And then we come to the absolute deal-breaker. You decided that since (conditional) permission had been given, and the topic discussed in general, it was perfectly acceptable for you to take MY HUSBAND by the face and kiss him as passionately as you possibly could (read: cleaning HIS tonsils with YOUR tongue). Clearly he's just as guilty of letting these things happen as you are of causing them to happen, since *neither* of you bothered to say a word of it to either of the remaining spouses when you finally got back with the vehicles.

To say I was upset would be like saying 9/11 was simply sad.

In reality, I think the firey rage that burned in my soul melted the paint off the siding of my parents' house. Immediately, I brought it to your husband's attention, and proceeded to flip the ever-loving fuck out. I literally could not form full coherent thoughts, let alone sentences. The fact that The Husband was holding my sleeping son probably saved his life. The only thing saving your life was my advanced stage of pregnancy. I didn't deem you worthy of the possible danger to myself and my unborn daughter that would come from dealing with your cheap, skeezy ass. So I did the next-best thing, in my mind. I sent you a series of text messages, detailing the numerous reasons you would never have ANY form of contact with The Husband, EVER again, lest you create a situation where I took legal action and had restraining orders placed on you. As I fully expected, you denied EVERYTHING...until your husband confronted you, and you sang like a bird! Then you had the nerve to yell at *me* for being mad, saying I'd no right to be mad because I'd OK'd it before. As it turned out, you'd completely ignored the part where I'd said NOT WHEN YOU'RE ALONE, OR WITHOUT TELLING US FIRST, so of course you didn't see any problem with it.

There was intense arguing about it for probably a solid week. During which you tried to tell me the whole thing was my fault for being pregnant and "depriving The Husband of his most basic desires," calling me selfish. After days of (what I now see as) pointless back-and-forth arguing, I quit trying to get past your stupidity to make you see the reality and the wrongness (shut.the.fuck.up, it IS TOO a word), and I just ceased all contact. You raged on for days, hurling insults (that did and didn't have your desired effect), and finally got the clue and stopped. Any further conversations were had between your husband and myself, since we were the only two could talk about it without feeling the urge to rip each other's heads off.

Things carried on that way through Christmas, Boogaloo's birthday, The Husband's and my anniversary, New Year's Eve, and most of New Year's Day. Then when your husband got arrested you had nowhere else to turn, couldn't afford to bail him out yourself, didn't know anyone else with the resources to do it without judging you, and so you turned back to us.

Right now, however, I need to take some time to cool down and stop shaking with repressed rage. I'll come back to this later.