“Lies and secrets, Tessa, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.”
Yesterday at work, my good friend who was on vacation last week asked to see a picture of the Boop. So I found it on FB and showed her. I happened to see that her place of work had a FB page, and I idly clicked on it, with no intent. At least no conscious intent. Probably a directive of the universe. I do think I have been trying to fill the holes in the story of the end of my relationship with S, because it just didn’t fit together with what I knew
The company FB page had pictures of it’s company party from last summer. August 9. There were two pictures of S there with the Boop.
When, as far as I knew, he was still with me, or by himself. I may have even seen him that Saturday, overnight, before he went. I saw him in August, once or twice, but would have to look back at my blogs to see when.
I was furious. My belief that he was with her all summer, and it was why I rarely saw him, was confirmed. He lied to me on such a grand scale, it’s beyond anything I could conceive of a human being doing. I began to text him furiously, and finally said, you better get your ass over to her house and tell her before I do.
This was not meant to hurt either of them. It was meant to let her know who she was dealing with, instead of living in the lie that he had told her, that she was the only one for 6 months. It was to make him finally accountable. And mostly, because if someone could have called me and told me what was going on all summer, I would have been glad to know, and walked away from him. All he had to do was to let me go when I wanted to and he’d be home free.
He left me a voice mail while I was at work. He asked why I was doing this. I texted him back. “Because you deserve it. Because I can only take so much and you have reached the limit.”
When I got to the car after work, I called him screaming at him, “You better be on your way to her house, because I’m calling her when I get home. Who do you think you are, to be fucking two women and not letting either of them know the other exists???”
When I got home, I called him and asked if he was going. It was about 6:45. He answered dully that he was. I wasn’t sure if I should call her or not. I knew it would be easier for her to hear it from him than me. But I didn’t, don’t trust that he actually did it. I have her phone number, I still almost called her. Her number is still on the dial pad of my phone.
He texted me back at 7:02 and told me she ended it with him, and ranted at me. Looking at that time table, I don’t believe he did it. I think she is still in the dark. It seems that conversation would have taken longer. In fact, I am sure he did not. He was going to tell her at 6:45, and telling me it was over by text at 7:02. He continued to send me hateful texts for the next 20 minutes. More than one word texts. I was answering them. He lives a half hour away from her. It is not possible that he typed and read my texts while driving that half hour in the dark.
More lies. Unbelievable.
I don’t know if I’ve ever been so angry. I was not hurt, I have lived through so many lies, such deception, such betrayal, with him, I am numb to any more pain.
But I hate a liar, more than anything in this world. That he was lying to her I hated. That he lied to me all summer, knowing how I felt, and knowing what he was doing, pulling me back to him, when all the time he was seeing her was just deception and betrayal that I couldn’t stomach. Literally.
Why should he get out of the betrayal of me and her unscathed? I mean, just the day before he wanted to know if there was anything we could maybe do to repair our relationship because he “missed me a lot. Many times I think I made a terrible mistake.” I am just so sick of getting bullshitted by him. I am so sick of thinking I’ve heard it all and having another handful of shit thrown in my face.
I stopped responding to his juvenile texts and voicemails. I won’t. But I may proceed with another idea I have because I don’t believe a word he says to me, and don’t believe he talked to her. I think he was acting and still trying to keep her in the dark.
He actually said to me “I was trying to atone. ” I laughed, out loud. ATONE??? By telling me two days ago you may have made a mistake? OMG, he is delusional. Or has no command of the English language. ATONE?
At least he made me laugh.
Hey S, atoning would have been to come clean with both of us, and apologize and try to change into a person that someone wanted to have around. Someone who could be accountable, own their own story, apologize when they fuck up, and not do it again. It does not mean that you keep building layer upon layer of lies and deception.
I mean really. Why would he even say that? It is so far from anything he has done, ever.
He threatened me that he would send my intimate pics to people I work with, or my family. I said, go ahead. They will just know what a loser you are, what an asshole. You think most people don’t do that for fun when they are in an intense relationship. No one cares. I haven’t done anything that I’m ashamed of. I was reminded when he sent me a pic of BB in the jacuzzi, her breasts exposed, trying to make me jealous. I deleted it and told him off for sending it.
He texted me that he was surprised I had not posted a victory blog last night. Victory???? Seriously, that’s how he sees it? As if I won something? OMG, does he really not know what I have LOST? Does he think that I am happy to find out what he did? He thinks I am out for vengeance. He’s just a stupid stupid man, who can’t be accountable for anything he does. He made his bed and he’s finding out that he used bullshit for sheets and is not happy with it. Now that all the pieces fit together for me, I am totally able to let go, cut the cords, and walk, no, run, away. I have the answers I needed to make a clean break.
If I never speak to him again it will be too soon. If I never hear his name. He wished me a slow death all alone last night. I laughed, because he, like my ex, has crafted a life in which he will be alone, and that’s how he’ll die. I have family, friends, and a new lover will be in my life. My life is blessed.
Like I said the other day there would be no good ending to this. I knew it then, and it’s what came to pass.
Won’t be writing much about him any more. I am out of love, out of interest, I am walking away at light speed. The thought of him, and how much I loved him makes me sick to my stomach. For anyone to treat someone’s love as anything but a gift is unconscionable. Funny, that’s what the Supreme Court called my ex 9 times in their decision. S makes my ex look like an amateur. I want this chapter of my life relegated to “stupid mistakes I made that I learned a great lesson from.”
Total destruction is all he leaves in his wake.