Easy Access to Kevin. Thank You, Google.

Google yourself.  You'll probably cringe a little when you see all the personal info drifting through cyberspace for any ole' freak show to find.  Am I placing myself in the freak show category?  Mmmmmmmm...I guess that would depend on the perspective.  At the time, I didn't think I was a crazy person, a freak show or even out of line while looking up addresses and phone numbers of Jaymie and her cohorts.  Even when I used the information I found to contact them, I felt entitled, not crazy.  Now, if you asked Jaymie, her Daddy or her geeky new boyfriend, Kevin...I can almost hear them!  They'd say something like, "That Bitch is NUTS!" or maybe, "No wonder Richard cheated on her!  She's a horrible excuse for a human being!"
Whatever...Like I could give a flying fart what they think about me.
I did what I was compelled to do.  If that makes me a crazy freak, so be it!  The continuation of my quest for the emails was mandatory.  It was almost as important to me as breathing.  OK, that might be over-stating it a tad, but not very damn much, I assure you!
However, at this juncture, I was not seeking access to the emails.  This was pure, unadulterated (which is a funny word to use when writing about adultery) payback.  By contacting Kevin, I had a chance to stick it to Jaymie.  Ahhhhh....the euphoria of revenge!

Do I need to insert another warning label here?  
Nah...you all know this is a DON'T do what I did blog by now.

One morning, before heading to work, sitting at my desk, in my bedroom, I dialed the number for geeky Kevin, that I found online for $1.98.  A young man's voice answered.  "Hello?"
"Hi.  I'm looking for Kevin C-----.  Is he home?"
"Nope.  He's at work."
"Oh, I'm a friend of Jaymie's and I was hoping to speak with Kevin about her."
"Call his cell.  Do you need the number?"

LMAO!!  Really?  Could it be THAT easy??  Apparently so.  That $1.98 was really gonna pay off!

"Yes.  Please.  I'd appreciate it."  Got the number.  Thanked the stupid man and hung up.
After going a few rounds with me, Kevin would later claim I tricked his brother into giving me his cell phone number.   Don't blame me for that one!  Other than picking such a well used skank for a girlfriend, Kevin seemed fairly bright.  I think he must have received most of the brains from the family gene pool.  His brother was truly lacking in the IQ department.  He offered up Kevin's cell phone number with no consideration of the possible freak show on the other end of the line!

With a big grin on my smug mug, I hopped in my car and headed off to work.
I have a long drive, 45 minutes to work.  Once I got on the road, I called Kevin's mobile number.  I was sky high on adrenalin as I dialed.  "Hello?"
"Is this Kevin C------?"
"Yes.  Who's this?"
"My name is Shawn F---------.  Does that name ring a bell?"
"No.  What can I do for you, Shawn?"  (Such a thoughtful young man!  Snicker..)
"You're dating Jaymie S-------, right?  I have some info about her that you should have."
"Yes.  I'm dating Jaymie.  What are you talking about?"

And, then I let it rip!  Told him all about Jaymie and Richard.  How she slept with him numerous times.  Took money from him.  Begged him to leave me!  I told him I went out of my way to find him because he needed to know who Jaymie really was.  (You know it was not about that at all, right?  I didn't have a charitable bone in my body back then!)  I even threw in something like, "I'm a parent, Kevin.  If my child was involved with someone like her, I truly hope someone would let me know."
Look up the word -disingenuous- you'll find this phone conversation listed as a stellar example.

He thanked me and he said he had no idea she had been involved in something so sordid.  He would be speaking with her about it soon.  I was doing a happy dance with my butt cheeks while driving down the 163 south!  Before we said goodbye, I asked for his email address so I could send him some of the emails.  I wanted him to really get a grasp on Richard and Jaymie's relationship.
He gave it to me!  Maybe he wasn't as bright as I thought!  We said good bye.

After work, I sent him a few of the juicier emails, including the one she wrote about their last night together.  The one I posted on Rough Night.  He received the emails the next day and sent me this:

Shawn,

Thank you for sending me these emails. I appreciate your attempts to help me understand who it is I'm in a relationship with and I'm going to speak with her tonight about these emails as well as this ugly relationship she was in previously.  That said, I'm sure you'll understand why I ask that I never hear from you again. You've done what you could to alert me about the girl. Now please never talk to me or anyone I know again. Your time and effort spent chasing after highly personal information about the lives of others who have never even fucking met you could be better spent attending to your children and your marriage. This is my responsibility now, my life, and no longer a concern of yours. Stay out of my life, stay out of Jaymie's life, stay out of my family's life. 

I will only ask this once. 

I wish you, your husband, and you two kids the best. I really do. You folks deserve better.  And I wish that the rightful bitterness in your heart subsides over time. Trust is such a fucking fragile thing, it's a shame that it was shattered so irreparably so for you. But as days go by and years slip through, you must let the past go. You get one life to live, Shawn, as cliche as it sounds. One fucking life. Don't waste the rest of yours chasing after a young girl who was stupidly swept up in the moment because when you're sitting in your bed at age 90, you will regret it. And instead of reminiscing fondly about your children growing old and becoming adults, you'll be plagued by thorns and brambles for memories. I say this because I've seen more than anyone my age should. I've seen people violently die in front me from several gunshots to the chest, the life disappearing from their eyes, their outstretched hand reaching for me as their fucking intestines spill out of them. They lived a life of anger, of hatred. Then they were sent to the grave and the only memories they had to take with them to the afterlife were those of violence and hate. 

You seem like a sensible person and I am rarely mistaken in personal judgement. Please take the advice of this 22 year old who has done everything he could to live a better, cleaner, more peaceful life. Find your respite, find your sanctuary within the open, expectant, and innocent eyes of your children. No matter their age, you are the world to them. You are the life-filled center of this fucked up, cheap, dirty, backstabbing, cheating, pathetic, shit filled thing we call a universe.  And through you they'll learn about the world. Do the right thing. 

Do not respond to this email. I've said as much as I will on the matter and I'll hear and say no more.

-Kevin C

What the hell?  This 22 year old, scrawny bookworm geek boy thought he was gonna lecture me??  How dare he tell me how I should raise my kids??  He thinks he knows what I'll regret?  OMG!!  I only regretted the fact that I couldn't reach through the computer screen and slap his smug, know-it-all pimply face!  He got the bitterness and loss of trust part right, but geek boy had no idea what I needed, what I wanted, what I fucking well deserved!  No more contact?  I wouldn't know what happened?  I wouldn't hear how Jaymie reacted to the fact that I would not let her escape her selfish behavior and I would NOT be ignored?  HE "will only ask this once?"  A threat??  Really??
That wasn't gonna work for me.