tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3421316648540911532.post3383389080205886732..comments2023-08-01T02:00:42.012-07:00Comments on A Year After the Affair: Negotiations Beginshawnthewifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12655900090203024578noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3421316648540911532.post-3037309658362189202013-06-26T16:37:35.401-07:002013-06-26T16:37:35.401-07:00that poor father, what you have put him through. O...that poor father, what you have put him through. Oh well, you won, with all your husband's money. You know - the money that he so easily gave to strippers, probably other whores, other non whores and yes, to Jaymie. But, I know, it's not your husband's fault. It's their fault. It's all their fault. Well, then it is yours too. You take the money too. God. I wish I could have liked you better. I did for a long while. But now I see the hatred and sickness of your soul and it has nothing to do with Richard.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3421316648540911532.post-8934348572381016052012-08-25T10:19:57.123-07:002012-08-25T10:19:57.123-07:00SR: It was never balls that made me lash out at J...SR: It was never balls that made me lash out at Jaymie. It was ignorance compounded by a broken heart and a dismal spirit. You did the right thing. Writing a letter and purging your feelings to BW can be VERY cathartic. I then recommend burning that sucker in effigy! Don't send it. Don't call her. Don't acknowledge she lives on the same stinking planet! <br />I'll admit...I know that banishing anything and everything about the BW is the RIGHT thing to do, but is it easy? Hell to the NO! Could I listen to my own advice should (GOD FORBID!) Richard cheat again? Probably not. I would sincerely hope so, but I wouldn't bet the farm on it.<br />I applaud all of you that showed restraint. You didn't suffer from a lack of balls...you were blessed with a rational mind in a time of great crisis.<br />You have much more inner strength than I did.<br />Hope & Hugs, Shawnshawnthewifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12655900090203024578noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3421316648540911532.post-76452004080712894632012-08-24T23:01:40.480-07:002012-08-24T23:01:40.480-07:00Sorry about the spelling above, typing on a tablet...Sorry about the spelling above, typing on a tablet can be tough sometimes.<br /><br />SRAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3421316648540911532.post-1221208090544241792012-08-24T23:00:41.389-07:002012-08-24T23:00:41.389-07:00I have been reading your blog like thevaddictive c...I have been reading your blog like thevaddictive crack that itnis, I jones for my next fix. I thoughtbabout doing and saying all the same things tonto BWbin my life. I just never has the balls. She was a "good Christian girl" and would never have done this, ever. Problem is thatbshe actually tried to be my friend during the affair, I guess she was trying throw the scent off. I worked for a whole, I was so trusting. My friends were all telling me that something wasnup, but I just defended the husband like a good wife would. Ibreallynwas blined by our long history.<br />The closest I got to exacting any revenge was a short phone call. Since I thought she was my friend in had her phone number. I left a very short message that just let her know that I knew about them. She called me back and instead of yelling or being shitty I was nice, WTH she deserved my wrath and I couldn't do it. I let her try to apologize. I listened to her shit, how lame. When she was finished I asked her to never contact myself or the us and ever again. I had kids to think about and they though of her as an aunty. I had tonexplain why they would never see or here from her again.<br />I wrote a letter to her right after the phone call was over and was much more nasty to her in there. I wanted tonhit her where it hurts. I never sent it. I read it every now and then when the fancy hits me. Which is less and less these days. It's been about 5 years, but thenpain is always there, I never know when Sybil is going to come back.<br />Her parents and husband knew my husband, they were friends. What a load of shit, but everyone loves him. Now I find the truth out from pestering him until he relents. I find it a fun game sometimes, I even make a point of getting him drunk so he'll talk. It's fun, I guess, problem is who knows whatnlittle secret is still in there that could destroy everything.<br />Keep on writing, I'll keep on reading, you keep me sane.<br /><br />SRAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com