Having had a good day and been industrious tonight, I'm having an Izzietini but stewing about that fucking bitch. She is everything I despise in a woman, bloody scheming victim playing mentally unstable port in a fucking storm bitch. How many times have I said to him get yourself a decent woman and all of us will welcome her. Fuck me, I would welcome Rose West rather than her. Well, love, next time he pisses off because he's had enough of your depressive nonsense, do us all a favour and go hang yourself.
I might have some respect for you if you didn't hide behind your phone all the time telling lies to the authorities, making anonymous calls etc. Fuck only knows why my husband can't see you for what you are, but now he is with you, it won't take him long before he does.
It is now your turn to be looking over your shoulder. He knows that he will never be properly reconciled with his kids whilst you are around. Do you really think you compare in any way to them? You certainly don't compare to me, and you know it. You know what they say about the first wife, don't you?
He also knows that you will NEVER be invited to ANY family occasion. He will attend his sons' weddings without you. You will never meet his grandchildren. And you know it's because of what you did, not because you were the mistress.
Someone who leaves a marriage of 30 years will think nothing of moving on from you. There are plenty of women out there, every single one of them better than you.
I know him better than you, and I can assure you he does not get his sexual kicks from playing doctors and mental patients. Nor mountain climbing. For. As long as I've known him, he has found fat women unattractive.
He went to you because he didn't want to move in with his dad. You are a stop gap.
You didn't win him because of you. You got him because you destroyed our marriage. Not the same thing. However, you now no longer have any power over me. You can't play any more games. That email reminder, I've spoken to him about all of that. We are getting on just fine. And that worries you doesn't it? Except, both you and I know that he tells you nothing. You only know about the car because it was at your house. You know nothing. You thought you had twisted the knife there. Wrong! You no longer have the ability to make me the third part of the relationship, the bad one to bind him to you.
I have plenty of texts which show what he thinks of you. He feels responsible for your mental instability. Except you have always been like that, haven't you? And now you "have" him, the poor little mistress me living with the uncertainty won't work, will it?
Whoever is responsible for getting you out of his life, both me and our sons will welcome with open arms. Anybody is a million times better than you.
I and our sons wish every ill on you for the rest of your miserable life, you sick bitch. As does everyone who has lived with me throughout the years. They all say you are vile. And they are right.
He didn't even want to spend Christmas Day with you, did he?
I know why he's with you. He's given me enough clues along the way. It's not about you.
Your relationship, if you can call it that, has had it's best. It's now just a case of how long before he packs his bags and moves on. Won't take him long, of course. Most of his stuff is still here. You can only wonder why