Last minute advice needed

CowPatty does, Teri! She spends a lot of time relaxing. She got a housesitting gig for a year, where all she has to pay for is utilities. She has pretty much total freedom to do what she wants, when she wants. Which is what Jack wants. She doesn’t write long, novel-type e-mails like him, though. She’s far more productive.

I think Diane is correct. And remember, these SAs can be so charming and are such good liars, BUT . . .

I don’t think he’s capable of sending her more than two e-mails in a row without telling her what a “beautiful” or “wonderful” or “amazing” or “gorgeous” woman she is. Or how he “appreciates her tremendously.” Or how “sweet” her little girl laugh is, or whatever. For a woman who isn’t romantically interested in him — well, if I were her, I’d be pretty creeped out by now, if I only thought of him as a friend. But she evidently eats it up. She’s nothing to look at, and I’m not saying that’s important, because it isn’t. But just sayin’ . . . I doubt other men tell her those things.

It’s downright nauseating. I’ll have to quote some of his dreck sometime, but not tonight.

Courtney wrote:

“I am thinking of you cheering you on. You seem so intelligent and wise, and your picture is beautiful. If he was ever in your league, you have clearly outgrown him. The relationship with Cow Patty must be very painful for you. But when he starts talking about your beloved parents to a woman who would have this relationship with him, whatever that is, how dare he. How dare he bring up your parents to make himself look like a better human being in her eyes. How dare he talk to her about the people most dear to you, the wife he has betrayed. I found emails where my husband did something similar with my family and in a crazy way those hurt more than anything else I found. I haven’t forgiven him for anything, but if I find a way to start that process, that will be the last thing I could forgive him for.”

It does hurt, Courtney. I’ve invaded his privacy, but with good reason. People who lie and cheat and trash their wives give up their right to privacy, in my not-so-humble opinion. I’ve repeatedly felt violated when he talks to his bitch female friends (especially her) about MY family. Note that in his letter he didn’t even use my name! Just “we” and “my in-laws,” etc.

I think he went with me out of guilt and/or to make himself look good. He hadn’t seen my parents since March — notice he didn’t tell her that.

The fact is, he actually tried to sell my mom on the idea of him being with Patty over a year ago. AS IF my mom would be okay with that!!! I really need to write out my entire story here — one day. Unfuckingbelievable.

We were *not* at my folks’ house late into the evening on Sunday. We headed home a little after 6:00, and got here before 7! It was just DA’s lame excuse for not contacting CowPatty. Of course he didn’t mention that he spent Saturday evening out with me, plus Sunday morning going out to breakfast with me. (He likes to make her think he’s been living like a single man for ages.) Our Sundays generally ARE relaxing. Geez, he’s such a liar.

I recently found an e-mail from back in March, when he was first planning to go and visit her. He told her he’d only been in southern Arizona, to work on a movie years ago, and never the northern part of the state. He conveniently forgot that I flew out to L.A. to meet him at the end, and we did a nine-day road trip coming home, including a night in Flagstaff and a visit to the Grand Canyon. It’s all about making her think that he can do some things for the first time with her! Well . . . isn’t that SPECIAL? (Gotta love Church Lady.)

Okay, enough about the female pile of cow shit.

The other pile of shit woke up this morning when I got up, but was watching the news in bed. He was going to go back to sleep. So I left the papers by his laptop, in the dining room, with a nice note. Yeah, I’m too nice, but we’ll consider it taking the high road for now. I apologized for not giving them to him in person, but said I wanted him to sleep, and I really didn’t want to be doing this AT ALL. And asked him to call me later when he got a chance.

It occurred to me that had I not left the papers, he might have gone to the courthouse after I left.

He called around 1:00 and said he never went back to sleep, got out of bed after 30 minutes, and saw the papers. And that I did the right thing by filing them. (Did I have a choice?) I told him he misinformed me about the notarized signature, and he said, yes, he knew there were two different forms. Whatever.

He said we could finalize the divorce by coming to an agreement on the division of the property, and that he could be very generous. Ha! Again, whatever. Like it’s going to be so simple.

I told him that I felt he doesn’t even care about the fact that my dad could die soon . . . the divorce is his priority regardless. He said, “That’s not the impression I want to give,” and I said, “That’s EXACTLY the impression you’re giving.” I’m so glad I have his e-mails. (“Yay!”)

I finally said that I didn’t have him call me just to be discussing all of this at work. It wasn’t the time or the place.

I need to focus on my parents and DA needs to BACK OFF. Like I said, if he’s civil he can stay here a little longer.

After this week he’s off work for two weeks. He can fix my damn car, and then he can go see Mommie Dearest, do some house repairs there, and have Thanksgiving with her. My family does NOT want him joining us for Thanksgiving. Mom says she’s going to cook, but with everything going on with Dad (long story but he’s had several trips to the ER just in the past couple of weeks), it’s really a day-to-day thing. I have no problem going out to eat if Mom isn’t up to cooking.

Well, that’s the update for now. I’m still in hell, basically. But I’m okay. One day at a time.

Thanks y’all, but I’m not detached. I wish I were. Then I wouldn’t wake up way before the alarm goes off, nauseous, having panic attacks, and having to call in sick to work. That doesn’t happen every day, but it still happens too often.

“And I would display all of that to my husband, hysterics, wanting sympathy, empathy, wanting at least intellectual understanding of where I was at and what I was talking about if I couldn’t have empathy.”

Courtney, I’ve done that many times. I asked him over a month ago to read Chapters 1 & 5 of “Your Sexually Addicted Spouse,” hoping maybe he’d get just one IOTA of what I’m going through. Chapter 1 deals with trauma in general, and Chapter 5 is about the physical effects, MANY of which I’ve experienced and he knows it. Every weekend he’s promised to read it. He hasn’t read a single page. I even said at one point, “You’re thinking you’ll be divorced soon and you’ll never have to read it.” He said that wasn’t true, of course, but I have no reason to believe a word out of his pathological lying mouth.

There’s an e-mail in his inbox that I can’t read right now, because it’s unopened (he’s working late.) But it’s from some co-worker, or the guy might be an actor on the film, and Jackoff is evidently talking to him about the divorce. This kid is like half his age, so God knows why.

Anyway, all I can see right now is: “Hey Jack, Here’s a link for your flight with US Airways – It’s roughly $600.00 roun . . . “

Not sure why he needs this guy to check flights for him, unless he’s just too busy.

The flight he cancelled in July to visit CowPatty (because I “threatened to sue him and Patty” according to the lies he told his friends) was on US Airways through Priceline. So I went on Priceline just now and plugged in a round trip from the 12th through the 16th. $602.90 on US Airways.

He is indeed planning to visit Mommie Dearest (who will “need help” after carpal tunnel surgery) and spend Thanksgiving there. He called me this afternoon, and all of a sudden he’s antsy to fix my car on Saturday and “get it out of the way and make sure it’s running.” And he claims now he thinks it can be done in one day. Why the hell didn’t he fix it two years ago?

I’m thinking he’s going to try to sneak in a quick trip to Arizona before going to Corpus Christi, and with his witch of a mother’s blessing. I found out not too long ago that the harpy let him put his original flight on her credit card. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? This was like a month after I told her about his porn addiction and obsession with CowPatty, and how much it had hurt me, and she was sooooooooo disappointed and ashamed. Not for long, apparently. Guess she hates me enough to enable him to cheat on me like his daddy did to her.

He must be looking at taking that flight soon, thus the high price. Supposedly when shooting starts again on the 26th, he’ll be tied up through January.

I’ll be seeing the full e-mail soon enough. I’m all new kinds of nauseous now.

I did some screaming in the shower tonight, Cindy.

Waders, anyone?

He opened the e-mail. However, instead of going to search results (as it looks like it should), the link just brings up the Priceline main page for me. I wonder if you have to be signed in for the link to work. I have to find out exactly what he’s considering so I can stay a step ahead of him.

What he’s done and continues to do to me is beyond horrendous, but to do this to my parents while my dad is so ill? I’m sure he’s thinking he can get away with it without any of us ever knowing.

It’s about time for a CowPatty Confrontation.

They do deserve each other — but I don’t want to see him get one minute of happiness with her, though it would be built on false pretenses and wouldn’t last.

He thinks she’s all that and a bag of chips. I don’t think she’s even the bag of chips (stale ones, maybe), but if she were even a TENTH as “wonderful” as he thinks she is, she’d even be too good for him.

I know I’m a hundred times too good for him.

He booked the fucking flight today, with Mommie Dearest’s help (the Priceline account is still in her name, evidently.) Corpus Christi to Phoenix, from the 17th to the 23rd. Yeah, he plans to spend fucking THANKSGIVING with her, and that doesn’t even bother MD, who thinks that once I’m out of the picture she’ll be the #1 woman in his life? Hardly.

This is not only cold hearted (think of my dad), but extremely stupid. He thinks he can get away with it, with Mommie covering for him, and no one will be the wiser.

What if something happened to my dad while he was gone? He wouldn’t be able to hop in his truck and drive back home. His entire cover would be blown and he’d look like the heartless, selfish bastard he is.

The attorney I spoke with thinks I have a good case for more than 50% because of my health issues and Junior’s refusal to work for so long. Possibly even spousal support, which isn’t much in Texas, but it’s something.

Add adultery to the charge, or even the intent to commit adultery, and I think that ups the ante. Why the need for a “vacation to see a ‘friend'” (as he was claiming this was in July) before he’s even divorced? Who does that? No one’s going to buy it.

So much for his gallantry in July — postponing the trip in order to keep CowPatty out of an ugly divorce. She, MD, and Junior are all so incredibly stupid. I can’t believe none of them have considered how many things could possibly go wrong to blow the lid off this covert mission.

It’ll be interesting to monitor his e-mails over the next few days to see what his other friends have to say about his trip being back on.

I tell you, some days, there just isn’t enough Xanax in the world. Thank God I have a three day weekend coming up after tomorrow. And all of you incredible ladies!