A final fucking.

So after a year and a half of silence, Roger’s girlfriend got loose again and yup, his mangy dog came right to my backyard.

 

She sent me a screenshot of my name and address and a residential map to my house, and I guess it was supposed to scare me.

 

It could be his wife, but I kinda think she’s probably somewhere licking her wounds while Miss Icky makes herself even more comfortable in what used to be HER house.

 

This is all speculation, but my online sleuthing skills are pretty top notch.

 

The body of the text she sent was a bunch of phone or computer codes with my information and Rogers phone alarm program commands. I don’t know what that crap is all about, or why she thinks she needs to “keep me in line” when clearly Roger wants absolutely nothing to do with me and it looks like he has been faithful or at least, he hasn’t made any contact with me.

 

He moved her into his house and made her his partner and she’s still not happy.

 

Imagine that… trust issues. Already.

 

Lmfao.. What did she expect? She had to  devastate his wife’s life and mine in order to get what she wanted, and he not only sat by and watched her do it, but he never even tried to protect either of us from her. Why would he live with an ugly bully whose own kids don’t much like her? 

 

The last thing the man I loved said to me was that he would NEVER let her get my name. 

 

Silly me, I thought it was the one promise he just might keep after a decade and a half of my love but I was wrong.

 

Just like I was wrong about everything else.

 

He served me up to that vile bitch on a silver platter. The final betrayal. What a bastard.

 

I hope you never rest, Vickie.

 

I hope you wonder until the day you bury his ass if he’s been faithful. Karma is going to run behind you, nipping at your ass cheeks as you try to escape the thought of his face in another pussy.

 

You deserve every single second of wonder, you home wrecking gold digger. You know how to suck off whatever system is around like a typical low life. Being with him is probably the first time you have ever felt secure, and you probably needed to hook a 70 year old man on drugs and destroy his life and rob him of his health to get it. 

 

I’m not surprised you have to threaten me to make yourself feel safe, cuz that man was cheating with TWO OTHER women when you came along.

 

But I’m SURE YOU’LL be the one to break him of that nasty old habit, huh?

 

He’s got no respect for you because he has none for himself. Trust me, you’re part of a bigger plan in his mind. You’ve got an awful lot of spare energy and he has loads of storage places just full of shit that has to be moved and cleaned before he can be at peace and damn, you’ll do it for room and board and and you’ll even suck his dick.

 

And he thinks he’s got a peach cuz you keep his house clean. I guess he doesn’t realize that ALL women who aren’t his hot mess of a wife do.  SHE makes YOU look like some kind of domestic Goddess, lmao. 

 

But you won’t be getting laid any time soon.

 

Me? I have to roll around on the bed holding my stomach after my lover pulls his dick out of me because it feels like he rearranged my guts. And it goes on for hours. 

 

And I love it. It had been 13 years since the man you live with fucked me, and when he did, it was pretty uneventful. 

 

Bet ya missing that right about now, aren’t ya?

 

I’m off to douche, because later I am what’s for appetizer, entree AND dessert and it won’t end until I call “uncle” and fall asleep in my baby’s arms while he runs his fingers up and down my naked back and kisses my forehead while whispering how much he loves me. The funny part about that is that his actions match his words, something I knew nothing about being Roger’s lover.

 

Fuck you, Icky.

 

You got just what you deserved and it ain’t as sweet as you thought it was gonna be.

 

Guess your mama never told you not to take other people’s toys. You can always find someone that will gladly share with you.

 

But that ain’t me.

 

You got what you wanted, now leave me alone. It’s not my fault you don’t have any peace of mind in your relationship. Quit fucking texting me. I ain’t afraid of you. Take what you got from me and GO. 

 

Maybe you’re figuring out that you don’t always get what you bargained for.

If I were you, I’d keep shopping.