I just found out after 5 or 6 years of absolute insane digging (mental breakdowns, trips to rehabs, gaslighting to the extreme, abuse that would cause anyone to want to kill themselves) that my dear darling husband’s side piece is no other than my fucking NEIGHBOR!!!!! I was on here about a year ago with the voice recorder fiasco and that was a dud. He gaslighted some more!!! The way I found I won’t even write because that in itself it absolutely NUTS!
Thank God right now I am out of state because I just might have wound up in jail for unspeakable crimes. When the insanity first started the thought of my husband even talking to another woman would drive me MAD let alone kiss touch or have sex. At this point I really feel like the bitch has done me a favor. I am so over him.
However, the rage I am feeling right now is the betrayal towards my children, my wellbeing, my finances — this bitch literally was stalking me, she was my friend. Now I think back about the questions she would ask me OMG I am so, so sick. I haven’t let on to them that I know, but holy shit. It’s bad. It’s been going on for like 5 to 6 years. She would babysit for my son. My kitchen window literally is right under her window. She’s my husband’s little bitch spy. I always envisioned a beautiful woman, she’s a sleestak. Gross horrible, I’m so grossed out, horrified!
I am lining up all my ducks. I cannot go back into that house. There is no way I can, I will go to jail. I want to know what happens if I blast them on Facebook, what they have been up to behind my back, if I don’t name names, last names what is my liability? They do not get to walk away Scott free.
What they did to me is domestic violence. My husband would bait me, make me flip out, videotape me, and then I guess they would have a little chuckle and then fuck. I can’t even believe the abuse that I have withstood. Really, I want to know what is the liability if I do that. The whole neighborhood knew anyway probably. Because this kind of abuse should not go unpunished. I need to gather my tribe now. My husband thinks I’m his property and I’m going to eat this shit sandwich and I’m going to like it. Not happening.
Please any advice will be appreciated. I don’t even think rage is the right word for what I’m feeling. HELP.
Your first order of business is getting away from their sick triangle. Do NOT out them on Facebook.
I know you’re reeling from the trauma of this discovery, but right now you’re in the power seat — you know, and they don’t know you know. This means you can line up your ducks without interference.
Why can’t you make Sleestak Twu Wuv memes and tag them?
Well, aside from the fact that sleestaks look like radioactive guppies and no one wants the particulars of sleestak romance, you need to FOCUS. Don’t do anything now that can bite you in the ass later.
Every time your itchy trigger finger wants to hit “Post” — imagine everything will be dragged in front of a family court judge. And, divorcing a fuckwit, it will be. So have clean hands.
I want to know what happens if I blast them on Facebook, what they have been up to behind my back, if I don’t name names, last names what is my liability?
They will malign you as batshit crazy. Do NOT assist them with that narrative. No matter how baited you are, no matter how unjust the entire situation is (and it is crazy unjust!), prepare for legal battle with a cool head.
You have a minor child. You’d think it would be a slam dunk that in a toss-up between you and a cheating POS, you’d be on top. But you cannot bank on that. You’re in a high-stakes poker game of impression management. Feelings, pain — it’s all finite. Take the long view. You want a proper settlement, and you want primary custody. So…
Take all these emotions and redirect them.
Rage = fuel to get you through this.
Grief = determination to not let a couple of fuckwits destroy you
Revenge = they never see your grief, they’re only handed consequences
This is how you take your power back. For 6 years, you’ve been their whipping post. They’ve conspired against you and delighted in your humiliation. When the emotion gets overwhelming (I so get it) FOCUS ON THE DUCKS. Make lists. Make calls. Plan. Document. LEAVE.
Don’t announce it. Certainly don’t post your intentions on social media. Gather your support tribe and DO IT.
You’ll feel a lot more in control after you’ve talked to a lawyer.
They do not get to walk away Scott free.
They get to walk away being shitty people. Sleestaks! That’s their punishment. I’m not saying don’t tell people what they’ve done, I’m saying be strategic about it. Does this HELP you right now, or does it HURT you?
Things may be very different on the other side of divorce and custody rulings. But in this moment, as you’ve just had the mother of all D-Days, don’t lead with sloppy grief and vengeance.
Trust me, people in their social circle know what they’ve been doing, and those people are not your friends. Anyone who kept this from you, is not someone you need in your life. (And they won’t be horrified by the news.)
People who didn’t know, don’t need to hear it on Facebook. Right now, be a cipher. Block his friends/co-conspirators. No portals into your life through social media or your kitchen window. Just focus on getting to the other side with your sanity intact.
Please don’t feed the sleestaks.