This pretty much just happened.
My anger about this whole situation continued to heighten. It went through the roof when I started looking at the phone records and saw this one random number I didn't know that appeared ALOT. Like daily text convos. Dude I freaked the fuck out. I literally ran out of my house, blasted the angriest Eminem songs on repeat, and drove over to Bradley's. He wasn't home. That pissed me off. I'm thinking he's at some bitch's house. I walk into his house and rip all of our pictures off the wall and throw them on the floor. Glass is everywhere. I leave and drive around aimlessly for like 20 minutes, still blaring Eminem, waiting for him to get back home. When I went by his house again, he was there.
I walked in and he was sitting on the floor in the doorway of the kitchen where I had smashed all the picture frames. I just charged him and started hitting him in the face. Whoops. I was cussing at him and telling him fuck you, piece of shit motherfucker, etc. I told him" I caught your dumbass with your pants down. Like I wouldn't check the phone records, how dumb do you think I am?!?!". Then he showed me who that number is. It was this girl, Megan, one of his clients (not the client from last entry). She's def the only attractive one of his clients, but she is super country and super white and doesn't believe in dating outside your race, so I've never felt threatened by her. Plus, she tells Bradley about all her sexcapades and he is disgusted by it (i.e. she got tag-teamed by two brothers.)
So he's all, "look at the texts go ahead and read them." I'm like "ohhh now I can read them? What, after you got the opportunity to delete all the sketch shit?" The texts with her were legit all about working out/running/etc. But I still wasn't comfortable with that much dialogue between a trainer and his client. My little brother is a personal trainer, and besides a few odd texts here and there, he certainly wasn't having full on text conversations on a regular basis. Then I look at the texts from Keisha, the client I was talking about in the previous entry. The loud, ghetto b. I don't even have a chance to look at the texts because the first thing I see is a picture she sent him off her ass in some "saggy shorts." Okay, even if that was weight loss related, the pose she was doing was not the "wow, look I've lost weight pose." It was the "hey look at my sexy ass pose."
Example:
This is says "Hey look how loose my pants are, I'm losing weight"
In this pic she is claiming to say "Look my shorts are getting big.." aka "Look at my ass, it's still fat" (this is obvi not her, but that's the pose. Try to imagine a fat, ghetto, b with bootleg tattoos strategically placed on her thighs/back/ass)
So yeah that pissed me off, just because he's your trainer doesn't mean it's okay to send pics and talk to him willy nilly. Once I saw that pic I threw his iPhone. Then he started with that whole "surprise gimmick" again. Claiming everyone knows he just bought a new wedding ring for me and was planning some elaborate trip to the beach where we got married. And I "ruined it all." I was like, "I ruined it?!?! YOU fucked this up. YOU freaked out when I had your phone. And YOU are the reason I have to question everything."
Side note, I should've mentioned this in the beginning so I don't look completely "cray-cray" (<-- really hate that word, but this was a prime opportunity to use it and I simply couldn't resist). Anyway, when he got out of prison and I was still living in SC I just happened to check the phone records and there was this one number that was on there 24/7. Texts, calls, pics, you name it. This was like for two months. That is until I confronted him about it. Supposedly she was screwing/wanting to date his BFF and so she'd talk to him about it and they became "friends". Riiight. And those condoms in your car, are your "friends" (<-- this didn't happen, just saying. Not sure why guys resort to such lame excuses like we're THAT dumb.) Anyways I don't give a fuck if they were so-called friends or not, no friends text/talk 24/7 and then not to mention, if she was in fact a "friend" why was she a secret?? He never told me about her, and never would had I not caught him. And even when I confronted him he still tried to lie his way out of it "We've only been talking 2/3 weeks" No bitch, the phone records don't lie, it's been like two months almost. His BFF told me that was his girl and the girl claimed it was all platonic. Whatever. I'm so sure. Okay so that all went down quite a while ago, like 2.5 years ago. I'm over it (well sorta), BUT what he's failing to see, and what I'm trying to say here is when all this happened my mind went back in time and it was like that incident was happening all over again. He had all my trust, then fucks me over by communicating with a female "friend." So this is why I went apeshit. I just saw it happening all over again, right in front of my very eyes.
There was a few more back and forth between the two of us. I may or may not have hit him again. Then he says "I just spent $1500 on a new ring for you!" And I said, "Well, now you can get all your money back." And walked out. On the way home, still listening to Eminem by the by, I started thinking "Oh shit, maybe I am wrong here?" That thought was confirmed when I got home and Cassidy told me that Daddy had stopped by and brought us milkshakes.
Oops.
You mean, he came by when I was smashing pictures at his house because I thought he was at some scaliwag's house? But all the while he had come here to deliver milkshakes?
*Oh shit Leigh. You fucked up. *
I know!!!! What have done? Why did I overreact like this? What came over me? I've never done anything like this. Never hit anyone. Even when my baby daddy was physically abusing me, I never once even attempted to fight back. So I don't know why or how I could do this. I was just in a blind rage and so furious. Although I wanted to believe him when that whole thing went down the other day, I just couldn't. Because the last time I was so sure of him and never thought he'd betray me and was just blind. So this time I was too paranoid I guess to just say "ok baby I understand, I know you would never talk to girls behind my back, cheat, etc." But I couldn't. I couldn't put myself out there to get played for fool again.
And now, I'm in the wrong. Times ten. I need to talk to him, but I don't want to say. I don't even know where to start. I feel really bad for how I acted and I'm not sure how to approach him. Since I left his house he hasn't texted/called nor have I attempted to. I would rather see him in person so he can't not answer/hang up the phone. I just don't know what to do anymore
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