For so long it was about HER presence (ow) being made known, the lipglosses, hair brushes, perfume, cd's with her hand writing, earrings, omg, I finally said surely she needs some of this stuff back! It was so obvious, it was to be known to me, she was there. While my H had no intentions of his family life being over, she definitely wanted it to be found out. And once all was said and done, he chose her, walked out and left me and three daughters for his 'soul mate'!! The one thing I asked of my H, do not bring her to work at our small business in our small town, this is where we live, do not humiliate me and our daughters anymore, keep her in the next county over, where you found her, where you now live with her, I'll stay out of your business, just keep her there!! Of course, cause mostly for himself he didn't want everyone in town to know the truth to him. Fine, whatever the reason. But as time went on, she was not accepted by his family, she was left at home, waiting on him after 12 hour days, not included in the Holidays, just his whore to come home to late at night, not the plaything to spend all day with as they once did at a different business, now she was the one spending 12-14 hours apart from him, wow how does that feel? Guess she couldn't take it anymore, and once again she would make her presence be known. She came to our business in town to see him. I did call first, didn't help. In a rage, I went straight to the counter where my H was standing, didn't see her, noticed the table full of local police, but did not care, I loudly confronted my H, reminded him of the deal of keeping his whore away, respecting me and our daughters. As I turned, there she was, sitting arrogantly at at table looking at me with a look of "so what, here I am" As I approached her, there was silence, all productivity stopped and all eyes were on us; the wife, the whore. I assured her she could have him, but she would no longer make her presence known, not in our family business, in our small town, and that I was finished with all this. As she leaned forward, I faintly remember her saying, "I don't know who you think" all I remember is "think" and with my left hand, I slapped her so hard her head fell back and hit the wall, and busted her lip. I waited for a couple of seconds to see if she wanted to continue her pursuit in seeing exactly who I was; she didn't. Of course, then I was confronted by the police, who barely straight faced, said, "Did you not see us all sitting there"!!!!!! Yes, I did. While I am petite, I am not frail, physically strong, at heart, good ole country girl. I could have easily caused greater damage, especially with the adrenaline rush backing me, thank God, I didn't. And even though several made the comment that they had never heard someone slap somebody that hard in all their life, still I thought, why did I slap her? Such a "girly" thing to do. And then I realized, beating her to a pulp would have shown nothing, except my strength, but slapping her as I did, humiliating her, that was a "wife slap" and then it occurred to me, now MY presence has been made known!! Was it wrong? I dont know. After all the undeserving hurt and pain my daughters and I have gone through, it felt very satisfying. One for us!! We did exist and she knew it, I just confirmed it for her. And no, he did not run to her defense, once again confirming her place in all this. Of course, I understand my H place in all this, he is very much to blame and to be held accountable for his actions. In the end, none of it matters, she is gone, he is alone, my daughters and I at home, still putting the pieces of our shattered hearts and lives back together. There is no revenge sweet enough to take away the pain.
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