WHO ARE YOU STALKING?

I had been the other woman or #2 for years. Could have been #3 or #4 or hell, even higher. This man cheated at any given opportunity. He felt it was his birthright, and who was I to complain. I didn’t care much about others feelings at that time anyway. He was cheating on her, not me.

This went on for years – the sweet little thing had no idea. I didn’t like her anyway, afterall his ex wife was my best friend.

Then, I blew it.

He left her and began dating me. I actually thought I’d enjoy dating him. I knew he was a cheat, and I didn’t care. It’s best to be with someone that you don’t care about much anyway.

I made an error in this ofcourse, I actually fell for him. Hey, we all get dumb once in awhile.

So here he is, dumped her – she still lives at his house ’cause she’s in the middle of moving out and he’s living with me. Ta Da! I win, right?

… Oh Puhlease …

It’s funny how you can actually take a story like the above and THINK it can end in any good way.

So, a Google Stalking I go – ’cause I just feel something is up.

Sure is – found the missy’s blog and her description of their awesome sex as he is deciding weather he wants to be with her or me. Months of it. Including a post from that very morning. In very good detail I might add. With info from our household only he would know.

All I could do is laugh. Hey, seems to me she’s got more than any right – hell, he cheated on her with me.

Was I mad at her? Him? No, just me. We chose our reality, dating a man you were the 2nd woman with… well, figure it out girls.

What did I do? I printed it out – ALL of it thank goodness for laser printers, went to dinner with him that night. A romantic me and him kinda thing.

After I had asked him a few times, ever so sweetly – you know the drill “do you love ONLY me?”, “you’d never cheat on ME right?”. Ofcourse it’s “No, why the hell would you ask?”, “what you don’t trust me?”, “ofcourse I love only you.”!

Oh the laughter we had over that dinner. Until the bill came. I smiled and said “You’re paying Dear”. He frowned a bit and grabbed the check. I then placed the 1/2 a ream of printout of sex chronicles she wrote for him and smiled ever so sweetly.

His response? “She’s lying.”

Mine? “Oh, goodness – with how much she wrote?”

His response? “Yeah, she’s lying.”

My response? “Oh – poor baby, she must be in need of medication for that”

In the end of it?

Well, in my book she’s got her last word. I think she did just fine. Kudos to you missy – it’s even.

Recently, my boyfriend and I broke up. Wasn’t working for a while, but we were stuck in a rut and were together just to be together. So when we broke up, I did what everyone seems to do. Or at least my girlfriends. I went Google Stalking for some of my exes online. There was one that I so didn’t want to search on Google because I knew if I found something I wouldn’t want to see it. So of course the one I don’t want to search is the one I find. He was still working as a professor at DePaul. He didn’t like it a year and a half ago when we dated so it made me happy to see he was probably still miserable. Then the crusher came. In the Google search results I found an engagement announcement. And then as the engagement announcement was still warm, I found a wedding announcement. Turns out he just married the girl he dated right after me. They were together a total of maybe six months. We were together for two years plus. I should have never searched for his stupid name on Google.