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Sunday, September 03, 2006

Dear Meg,

I am the victim of my husband's EX mistress and she just won't leave it lie! Even my husband has commented that it is no longer about him but she is out to make my life hell.

It is odd, isn't it? Why these wopigs seem to get pleasure out of hurting ANYONE is beyond me. But, your happiness is making her INSANE and she cannot handle it. Cool.

Once they get totally obsessed with the wife, they can't shake it off, not even for their own happiness. My ex's wife is totally obsessed with me and I could count the times I've met her on one hand. I haven't seen her since my daughter's high school graduation and that was in 1996! Ten years and she is still so obsessed with me that it blows me away. The wopigs are just like this nut.

She called me the other day and as soon as I heard her voice, I hung up the phone. I always do but it doesn't stop her from calling me. She drinks every single night, not just a couple of drinks, she drinks until she is totally shitfaced and then she goes online. Then, we ALL have fun.

Why she is so totally obsessed with her husband's ex wife is beyond me, but she most certainly is. I guess the wopigs that screw married men somehow have the same problem. Wouldn't it be easier for all of them to go back to their lives and just live? Of course it would. But, rather than just enjoy their lives, they go out of their way to harass other women and screw other men. I'd explain it if I could, but that's one thing that I just don't get.

You and your husband are back together so what possible reason could this particular nut have to gain by even THINKING about you? If I were a wopig who had the husband dump me and go back to his wife, I would crawl away with my tail between my legs and hope that they never thought about me again. But...I'm not insane.

You've heard it said that "misery loves company" and that's all I can figure, these nuts are miserable and they can't just stay at home and wallow in their misery, they have to bring as many other people into their insanity as they can. The funny thing is, they don't realize that they are nothing but jokes and everyone simply laughs at them...no one cares what they do. But, that never stops them. Oh well.

My grandchildren just came by and we had so much fun...I had the best time playing with them. I went to pick up the little boy and he jumped as I did and his head hit my chin. I thought I was gonna need stitches for sure but it didn't even break the skin. Now they've gone to White Water, a water park here in Marietta and when they're done, my son will bring them back here before taking them home.

It's so cute, my son and two of his male friends all got their kids today and took them to the water park together. That's a cute sight, 3 handsome young men all with a kid or two in one pack. I'm so proud of my son, his baby's mama did everything she could do to get him to just walk away from her and his daughter but he refused. I had to listen to him sobbing in his room when she wouldn't let him see the baby. I gave him the money to hire an attorney and he went back and forth to court until he forced her to take child support, call him the father in the court papers (she had just said she didn't know who the father was) and he finally got visitation. Then, she got pregnant again immediately and that father DID disappear.

Of course, the little boy is adorable and we have "adopted" him as our own. He calls my son Daddy and me Grandma and my son loves him as much as he loves his little girl. He is certainly one of our family. I thank my ex's family for that. They took him in when his father disappeared and treated him like one of their own. So, he grew up without a "father", but he had a step father that was better than most fathers. So, a rotten husband he was, but I couldn't have asked for a better father for my kids.

OH! Yesterday I did go and play with some men. I didn't take any home, none of them were in the right age bracket. The one guy who did hit on me was 28 and I can't do them. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that my own son is 28 and that's just too freaky for me. That reminds me, I bought a lottery ticket yesterday and never checked the numbers. I better do that so I know whether or not I have to ever work again.

They have a new lottery game here in Gogia called Win for Life. You don't get millions, you just get a thousand dollars a week until you croak. That's the kind of game that I would win, two weeks before I was hit by a truck.

OK, I'm going to go look for that ticket and then I'll be back to let you know if I ever have to work again.

See ya soon!

Meg

1 Comments:

Blogger kissmekate said...

Meg that sounds so adorable about your son and his mates taking the children out. It is so wonderful to see a dad really involved in his childrens lives.

And what amazing people you are for taking the little boy into your family. You are offering him something that he would not have had the pleasure of knowing.

In relation to the wopigs I think I have found the answer. They just can't handle taking our slops!

September 03, 2006  

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