Yeah…I’ve been reading all this stuff about how women are just so bad and play all these games. Let me tell you how it is on this side of the fence…..

As I am sitting here typing this, I have a great big black eye and a 3 inch abrasion on my forehead. All compliments of the hubby.

Now let’s see, why do you suppose he did all that? Hmmm, could it be he has a girlfriend? Could it be this same girlfriend is half his age? Could it be he is pissed because his girlfriend is also married? Could it be that the girlfriend called me personally on my house phone and bitched at me because she couldn’t reach his cell phone? Or maybe it was because I very calmly and kindly told her that I could have his stuff packed and in her car in seconds, just come and get it.

Oh no…..I got popped in the eye because I very calmly told the hubby, “Look if you aren’t happy here, you can go, all I ask is that you give me an answer as to what you want to do soon, so I can make arrangements to move.”

Oh no, best to try to bully the wifey into paying all the bills while you are off screwing your juvenile girlfriend, behind her husbands back.

Vent number two: Truly this is petty…it is. But I am doing it anyways. I’ve been quiet a bit too long now. To the hubby all I got to say is this….yeah I saw a picture of the girlfriend….you should’ve at least traded up my friend. And even pettier….and mean….That’s a whole lot girl you got there. She may be younger than me. But she better pray that at my age she looks like me. She can get started now by joining Jenny Craig! But then of course, when you’re taking food to her right directly out of my house, that I paid for, I guess you gain a few!

As for the Law Enforcement that responded that morning….hmmmm…..no marks huh? Perhaps, if you’d have turned on a freaking light and looked at my face instead of telling me to “just let it go, he’s gone now.” you might have seen the beginnings of the bruises.

I think that’s it…..except for the divorce courts.

And no, I don’t hate all men…not at all. I just hate him.