M: Leave me and MY husband alone!!!!?!!!!
I: I left you alone about two and a half years ago.
I’ve never sent you pictures of my son or me.
I’ve never talked to your friends, just to your husband’s
ex and mother of 2 of his children.
If she’s your friend—that’s really none of my business!
M: You leave us alooooone…..
(I don’t know if you realize how ridiculous you sound! HA!)
I: I’m serious, I don’t want anything to do with y’all.
Have the life you deserve!
M: But you…. Your friend who texted me with your pathetic
story, your blog, the picture… and the fake profiles…
I: Fuck, you really don’t understand.
I know your husband’s games, I do.
I know exactly how big his dick is and what he likes
to do in bed, and more… I still have pictures of it
somewhere, if I ever find them I’ll delete your property 😉
And he, I hope has deleted the hundreds of pictures
he took of me, mostly without my consent…
I know he’s good at manipulation, cheating, his
narcissism is out of control.
I know he doesn’t like to pay the checks in restaurants
and for his drinks
(maybe with you he does/did for a while. I don’t care!)
I know what happens when he’s angry…
Have you seen his rage at least once?
He used to say he had never treated any
other woman this way,
that I fully deserved his shouting, aggression…
I know what happens when you say “No” to him…
I know, I still have the pictures of the aftermath bruises…
No, not the ones I wanted, if you know what I mean.
I know he’s a sweet talker, can persuade you to buy…
all of his lies.
I know all of his stories with always changing fragments
and ends, told many times despite my begging of him to stop.
I was with him for a year and a half, 6 months of my pregnancy
was hard and spent in pain, emotional and physical,
with him, because of him.
He’s been to my country, to my parents’ house.
He’s met my sisters, my grandma, my cats.
We went to Greece together, he texted you from there maybe?!
He kicked me out of our small vacation apartment, pregnant, because
I wanted to stay home and read a book. He said
I didn’t have the right to… then he hit me. I waited
for 8 hours at a bus station to take the bus back.
You don’t care? I thought so.
His small children liked me, his son said he loved me.
And now my own son says he loves me and is
the light of my life. JFYI
Do we even have to communicate (please let’s not),
if I ever decide to sue him for child support… You wonder
why I haven’t? Just read all this here.
Imagine you had a few months old baby (which you have now,
it seems we still have some acquaintances in common
who inform me once or twice a year,
want it or not, they spill the beans)
and you find out the man who left you pregnant for
another woman (you), who promised to help
with the baby (he changed his mind because he
“couldn’t talk to this crazy woman who doesn’t like his choice for a crib”
he was never going to see that crib either way,
that was his last lame excuse to stop the communication,
and for the best! Oh, let’s not forget he didn’t pay
for my medical tests and anything to do with my pregnancy,
the money I had given him to pay- he spent them on…you)
what he keeps doing, charming the ladies out there,
working for yet another baby which was his obsession
and what got him off as far as I remember.
Maybe for you it’s justified and morally acceptable what he did.
But you’ve heard only his side of the story,
although I tried to warn you but it was too late for you…
Just the way I had heard only his side of the story
when he told me how he left, U for another woman,
yeah, he sounded like and wanted to be seen as the victim.
They were like a brother and sister in their relationship,
sexless for months, years (with a baby your baby’s age
and a toddler), she was messy, he couldn’t stand that.
Oh, he fell in love with a beautiful woman, they fucked
like rabbits. Then she fucked him and left him for another man.
Ha ha ha ha!
The same about his oldest daughter’s mother— of course
she had cheated him into it and getting her pregnant
wasn’t his fault at all (he had the nerve to tell my
parents the same thing about me), he intended to tell
his daughter she was a mistake— he sounded so innocent
when telling me the story again and again—he was
the good daddy who took care of his little daughter
and the bitch-mother only kept changing rich husbands.
I remember many of his stories. One about date rape.
No kidding! Oh, but you’ve heard them all,
after 3 years together…
It’s my blog and I can write whatever I want.
I never read your blog and I never do google searches for you two.
I found a better picture for you know what.
I don’t want to talk to him or anything to do with him.
Yet I’m still the mother of a child and your husband
has a lot to do with that. I’m definitely not bragging
about it, ever.
When strangers on the street ask me why my son
doesn’t look like me,
I have to be reminded, want it or not but I’m so very
used to it now. I won’t bore you with the details,
how my son feels about… what he can see he doesn’t have.
It’s my fault, too, that I was with your now-husband.
It takes a great deal of self-destructive tendencies.
You deserve what you got. I’m glad he’s not in my life,
I can’t stress it enough how glad I am.
I’ve told this story to many people- you dodged a bullet
is the usual, obvious reaction, except the psychopaths,
they like what your hubby does! LOL
My life might not be easy now but it’s been worse,
you know when and with who?! Yes.
Let’s stop this.
I know it wasn’t you, M, who wrote that last message
to my friend. She had good intentions. I haven’t asked her
to contact you because I know you’re helpless.
I know the style and the methods somebody
we both know uses. I know! And I don’t care.
I just have some time today and I like to write,
so why not leave a little note here.
You’re just a letter now, and I feel sorry for you.
I feel sorry for myself when I was still trapped by him.
Let’s leave it like this and remember, you don’t have to
read my blog or my Quora answers, none of them concerns you,
even the one I wrote about you, without knowing you
is about my feelings, it’s about me (I got the reference
in your message, thanks, but please stop reading
because you’ll never like what I write and I don’t need you
to appreciate me) (I write this here and not on Quora
because nobody will read it in comparison,
I’m too ashamed of having been with someone like your husband,
although I’ve written a few answers about him there—
he should be flattered *wink*).
I have no intention to talk to you or your husband any time soon,
M: Shit. I’ve fucked up my life sooo bad *sob*
I: I know, it’s never too late to fix it. Seek help.
Learn some healthy boundaries, that’s a start when still with him.
Read about narcissism. Good luck.
PS: I’m sure there are some good women’s shelters
in Belgium, just check them out, for the bad times