Sunday visit Billsfan709: Just a little update...
2 weeks ago sent ex a letter telling her (and OM)to "cease and desist" telling lies and spreading rumors..especially to people I know, where it can get back to me...I admit, it wasn't a civil missive, as I brought out the BIG guns of biting sarcasm, terrible irony, and outright taunting.."You have skeleltons (sp?) in your closet I haven't brought up yet, nyah, nyah, etc. DON'T MAKE ME" I dropped it in ther mail and instantly regretted it. I hadn't heard from her in a while and was starting to feel better.
THEN, watching football with a friend on a Sunday afternoon, I get a call from work..SHE had come by with the OM (if you know my story this was the old boyfriend), they were coming over. I had imagined, yeah, dreamed about what I would do if I ever saw this dude again..insane fantasies about p__ching his lights out, etc. Then it happened..
The doorbell rang, and I opened the door..this supposed "friend" who had cuckolded me in my own home was standing on my own doorstep...the moment of truth! I want to get a golf club, but thought wisely..
Playing the valiant knight in his Tennesse Titans jersey tucked in nicely to showcase his protruding gut, dyed blonde hair (his mom makes him) showing black roots nicely, his jean shorts (hello, 1993 called, they want their shorts back) cinched tightly, he says, "No more letters, no more calls (haven't called her in 2 mos.), I've said my piece..
We get into a verbal barbs match..he says"Your mom is crazy", I say "My ex wife, your woman, is insane"..he says, "Your wife left you for a reason" I reply, "Yeah, she likes gay guys" He says "You're real smart salesman" (making a jab b/c he supposedly makes 80,000 a year) I reply with "Go back to your tiny apartment and used PT Cruiser (GAG), I'll go back to my home and new car"
Whoa baby, then things get juvenile.."You're just a (euphamism for female genitalia)", I say as he walks away.."That's why you're still on the porch", he says..
Picture bull seeing red..I charge..hit him like Lawrence Taylor..bounce off like a rubber ball..THANK YOU VERY MUCH divorce diet..we are the same height..he outweighs me by about 80-90 lbs. now, GOD why didn't I remember my high school football coach and "wrap up" the tackle?!
I hit the ground..cut my arm..It's on now..he quickly counters with "If you hit me I'll call the police" and steps into the street, off my property..I use the euphamism again, to draw him back, the rage draining, submersing into hilarity..he walks off the valiant knight, turning for one last blow, "Now I'm f___ing your ex wife" My parting blow.."Wow, you're number 200, they're must be a prize, since you were also 3, 6, and 10, maybe you get frequent flyer miles"...and I bandaged my arm, got back to watching football, and haven't heard from them since..sometimes verbal barbs are better than actual punches....
Chris
Re:Sunday visit Adam: Wow man good for you.
I am proud of you for not going over the edge and doing something you would later regret.
It feels sort of good to confront the other guy huh?
