So The Plot Fuckin' Thickens in Hello

This one hurts.

I’ve had my doubts and suspicions.
Either paranoia or giving in to the BPD of seeing things in black and white no grey. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Two weeks ago Peacock told me she was struggling financially. I offered her a few bucks for gas but she declined and said she spoke with the pastor of her church and got things worked out. Still, me being me, stuffed her work station with a few cans of soup, pop tarts and a white chocolate king sized Reese’s peanut butter Cup with a note reading a king for a queen. Sappy I know.

I get in tonight and 3S tells me her and the hubby had a big fight Sunday. Apparently he told the eldest daughter if mom has a guy over or anything like that to tell him. Well, daughter sent him a picture of the note on the candy. Why did she have said candy? 3s mentions, “She doesn’t like white chocolate so she gave it to her daughter.” Okay, little hurt but that’s cool. I go on to mention why I gave the candy and slipping her some food for being short on money. He asks if I gave her any which I replied no. (I haven’t.)
“Good, she’s got money.”

I walk away thinking about that for a minute then I go back and ask what he meant.

Not only is the hubby tossing her some cash when he can she just got back $10 FUCKING grand on her income tax plus took her, the daughter and her sister on a shopping spree at Victoria’s Secret over the weekend on her dime. Cue the old Tom & Jerry transformation sequence where I go from human to jack-ass.

He asks if I talked to her lately, I say she hasn’t replied to any of my messages the last few days. (As I said, black and white world. Therapist insists on giving people the benefit of the doubt and I tried. I’m being fucking ghosted!) To which he replied, “Be careful.”

What planted the seeds of doubt, you might ask? A few weeks ago her and I were chatting about hubby cheating and how oh so faithful she is when she dropped a bombshell on me. Ten years ago she fucked her ex boyfriend. But she’s been married for fifteen, right? Oh, and one time she made out with someone else (not me) who had his hand down her pants. I tried to let this go and look past it but that night she had me over to talk I brought up her infidelity in which she sheepishly grinned and said, “He doesn’t need to know about that.”

No one knows this but me and as much as I want to shout it from the rooftops…give someone enough rope and they’ll hang themselves. Not my business, good luck girl!

As of now all texts are gone, her number deleted and she can go get sympathy elsewhere

I.
Am.
Fucking.
Done!

I’m kind but do not exploit my generosity. I’ll turn on you like a rabid dog.

Last updated March 10, 2020