The Story Behind The Website
I had always considered myself a
fairly lucky woman. I once won $255 on a nickel slot
machine in Las Vegas. I have never been devastated by
a hurricane, a tsunami or a fire. Once I found a
twenty dollar bill in the pocket of a jacket I hadn't
worn in over a year.
I have never been robbed or diagnosed
with a serious illness and I have never awaken to
find myself submerged in a tub full of ice to find
that my kidneys had been harvested. Yet my story is a
painful one nonetheless.
It's the story of a broken heart.
March 23rd, 2006 7:40 PM
I had just dolled myself up for a nice
dinner out with my husband Allen for his birthday. I
wore my hair piled up on the top of my head and wore
Allen's favorite black dress. I even had on a
matching black panty and bra set hoping like hell
that I looked sexy and irresistable to my hard
working, gorgeous, appreciative husband of 12 years.
I dabbed on a little perfume and headed downstairs to
wait for Allen.
Allen and I have a young son named
Benjamin that is unable to care for himself due to a
brain injury at birth. Ben is completely dependent on
me for all of his care needs.
When Ben was born, Allen and I agreed
that I would stay home to care for Ben. I must admit
that although it is hard work managing Ben's routine,
taking him to a gazillion doctors and specialists,
arranging his therapies, etc. it is a job that I am
completely blessed to have. I believe that I was
chosen for some reason to be Ben's mom and to be the
mother of a child with special needs.
My mom was in town and had taken Ben
for the evening so that Allen and I could enjoy our
night out together.
I kept checking myself in the mirror,
feeling a little overdressed. It wasn't very often
that I got all dressed up for a night on the town. I
was always busy taking care of Ben and Allen's job
had demanded a lot of late nights. Our special time
together lately had consisted of ordering in and
watching a movie.
I waited for nearly three hours before
he even had the courtesy to call me and let me know
he wasn't coming.
"Who in the hell works until
almost 11 pm when they have dinner plans with their
wife ?" I asked angrily.
The very moment the words left
my lips, the lightbulb went on, sirens went off in my
head. Ding. Ding. Ding. We have a winner !
That no good, rotten, lying, deceitful
cheating bastard ! How could I have been so stupid ?
How did I miss all the signs ? Oh my god this can't
be happening.
But it was happening. I pulled the
phone away from my head long enough to see the name
on the called ID. Staci.
(Said with pure and utter sarcasm). With an
"i". Something about the letter
"i" at the end of your her damn name just
really irritated me. To make matters worse, her LAST
name rhymed with her first name. What the hell
?!?!?!?
To make a long story short, he told me
it was over and that he was moving it with Staci.
(Said AGAIN with pure and utter
sarcasm).
I have never felt more stupid for
wearing a black bra and panties in my life than that
night.
Heartbreak City Baby.
Turned out he had been sleeping with
her for over a year and a half. Met her in line at
the gas station buying Powerball tickets. Can you
believe that ? How does standing in the same checkout
line end up with him in her bed ? I was mad. Mad and
hurt beyond belief might be better descriptions of
how I felt. Oh and shocked. I certainly was shocked
too.
When he came and picked up the last of
his things she was actually waiting in the car. Big
silicone breasted Bimbo. Homewrecking hussy.
Like I said, I was angry. At one
point, in my ball of mixed up emotions, I even told
Allen that I was going to kick the shit out of Staci.
Come on ! I was angry and hurt at the
time and I think that this maybe a common reaction
when the wind is sucked from your sails right ?
As if I hadn't been hurt
enough....
Allen sarcastically told me I wouldn't
kick her ass because:
1) I would be "stuck" at
home caring for Ben
2) Without him, I would be too broke
to afford the gas to drive to Staci's house
Wait, it gets worse.....
On April 14th, 2006 I phoned Allen on
his cell phone to let him know that he had received a
check from his brother in the mail.
Staci (with an "i") answered
and before I could even ask for Allen, she told me
that I need not call Allen because he didn't want an
"old broke ass wrinkly" bitch like me
anymore.
Wait. Did she just call me old and
wrinkly ? Broke ? BITCH ?!?!?!?!
First off, I am 34 years old. That is
really not old and I am certainly not wrinkly. But
consider the 20 year old barbie doll for a source
right ? Were these comments necessary ? Did she think
that somehow I hadn't been hurt enough in all of this
? I ripped up the check from his brother and cried
all night long.
The truth of the matter is this...I am
indeed broke. This is through no fault of my own
obviously. Allen was the breadwinner while I stayed
home and cared for Ben. Now he was gone and now I was
broke.
If you have ever been cheated
on by someone you loved or cared about, ever been
flat broke, or just plain old think cheaters suck,
then please consider adding your name to the list.
The list is merely a list of people who think
cheating is super mean ! (It is not a list of names
of cheaters). Don't worry, I won't list your last
name either !
It costs 2 bucks for me to add
your name to the list. What a bargain ! Not only will
we collectively let cheaters throughout the world
know that they totally suck, but you will also help
me make a living while still being able to take care
of Ben.
On this website I will also sell
personal mementos from my defunct marriage, stuff
from around my house and do other projects to earn
money. I currently have other advertising spots for
sale as well.
My goal is to become self supporting
through this website. I will get caught up on all my
bills and find a more affordable place for Ben and I
to live.
Thank you for reading my story
and for all your letters of support.
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