From James to Richard:
I did not read the email you sent, (it is dated Oct 13, 2010 and is not anything of value) -and I can assure that all of the emails accounts that you listed for Jaymie are not active so she is not receiving it. I do not know why you sent the forwarded message, but it is in direct violation of Shawn’s signed agreement of 12/10/2010 where she states no further contact if the $500 is repaid. My recommendation is that you not contact anyone in this family because if you do you are in violation of your agreement. I will now put your email to my blocked members list and will not receive any more myself.
(James says he didn't read the email. What a crock. As a parent, wouldn't you read it? Wouldn't you NEED to know how far down into the abyss of moral turpitude your baby girl was sinking? Hell, yes you would! Well....at least I know I would!)
I hadn't told Richard I was going to send anything to James. I surely didn't ask his permission to continue my quest for the emails. When this popped into his "IN" box, he sent it to me and asked what was up. My only reply was, "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
Hilarious! You could just about piss you pants that's so damn funny! I thought I KNEW what I was doing!! In my pathetic, delusional, heartbroken state...I had a plan!
OK....maybe that's not so much funny as it is truly sad.
The email from James arrived on March 8th, 2011. James sounded like he was about ready to take some serious legal action. That scared me...NOT! The thought of having my moment in court, shouting to the world that his baby girl likes giving blow jobs to 60 year old men sitting on chairs in a law office left me all a-twitter! Reading the words of lust and love from the few emails I had in open court sounded like the ultimate payback opportunity!
BUT...none of that would get me the emails! Sharing the lurid details of Richard and Jaymie's affair would be just another momentary euphoric bit of revenge.
I'm telling you, Friends...revenge never feels as good as you hope it will. If you are normally a decent human being, you'll probably end up feeling guilty after the initial victorious high. The guilt lasts much longer than the elation you might experience as your foe falls. Believe me.
Anyway, it didn't matter what I thought then. Getting the emails from Jaymie by threatening to share the emails I had with her dad was a bust. She didn't cave. I sent her a few more emails in the next few months to no avail. Tried calling her out, being kind, playing on her sympathy. Maybe she wasn't even getting my emails, but I doubt that. I think she was just hoping if she ignored me long enough, I'd go away.
Here's one of the emails I sent the baby bitch-whore in May:
Guess you feel like you don't owe me anything. I get that you'd think that. You gave me back all the "stuff". To you, that must mean you don't owe me anything. Maybe someday you'll realize that you truly owe me much, much more.
I also get that you just want to get on with your life and forget all about the man that made a fool of you. He made a fool of me, too, but then thought better of it. We do have that in common.
Oh, well.....maybe you rebounded better than I thought you would and talking to me might open old wounds.
For me, just typing these emails is a bit therapeutic, cathartic even. Not sure why. Doesn't matter if you choose to participate in the conversation. I really am very curious about how you are. You have insight to the depth of Richard's dishonesty. I could use a little of that insight. Love is present, but trust elusive.
Talk about spinning your wheels...my life then was just that. Spinning the wheels on the train that drove me through Crazy Town. I had no positive focus in my life. I never looked forward. I could only see my life from the rearview mirror. When you dwell in the past, you're stuck. Stuck sucks.
If you're stuck in a rut on your Road back to Happy, ask yourself this...Am I living in the pain of yesterday? Can I find a way to put my hope into the life I want to have tomorrow? Can I place my effort in making my future brighter?
The rearview mirror can't offer you much when you're wallowing in heartbreak. I didn't get that. I continued feeding my pain instead of nurturing my happiness. BIG mistake.
At the end of June, 2011, I found Kevin, Jaymie's new squeeze. She went from my old husband to a skinny, bearded geek child, a year younger than her! Rebound much??
I digress....Her Facebook profile pic changed from a single to a couple. I found the additional face in her friends list. Went to his page and there it was...Kevin and Jaymie huggin' it out on his profile pic!
They looked so happy!
Screw that! She doesn't get to be happy while I'm barely able to breathe! Once I had Kevin's name, it wasn't tough to find out he also attended SDSU, he worked in the library and he fancied himself quite the writer. The internet is a beautifully scary thing.
Got his phone number, and with my brain still focused on the rearview mirror. I placed a call to Kevin to let him know he was dipping his wick in my husband's sloppy seconds.