D-Day #2 Timeline

New Year 2013
Things had been pretty quiet around here, but The Whore had majorly picked up in her blogging.  I decided that it was time to test The Mister a little.  I was snooping around on his accounts, found The Whore's channel on YouTube and subscribed The Mister to it.  He asked me about it and I immediately denied any involvement.  He said "Huh, that's weird.  It says I subscribed 4 days ago, I don't remember doing that, but I unsubscribed "


Whew!  The Mister passed the test!  (I did later confess to subscribing him to it).

01/11/13
Huh.  The Mister has recieved a a message on his YouTube account.


I notice that it's from The Whore.  So, I read it.  Obviously.


It basically says - remember the first time you saw me naked and you said "where have you been hiding this body?"  Well, I just wanted to let you know that I've been working out and I'm beginning to appreciate what you saw. 


'Scuse me?


So my mind starts reeling.  The subject is "Re:Hey", which means that it in response to something.  My brain is trying to make sense of what my eyes are seeing.  Of course there is nothing in the sent mail folder.  I decided to wait until The Mister gets home from work to confront him.  So, I have some time to occupy myself while I wait.  I busy myself cleaning the kitchen.


The Mister gets home and I head upstairs to wait for him.  Once he comes upstairs and brushes his teeth, I'm sitting on the bed,  ready to talk.  I take a deep breath and start.  "I'm giving you a once in a lifetime opportunity for truth amnesty.  You can go ahead and confess anything and I promise not to yell."
He sits across from me on the bed and plays dumb.


Then I do exactly what I told myself I was not going to do.  I drop hints until I lead him to exactly what information I was trying to gather.  "Oh yeah, she took your bait and thought that my subscribing to her channel meant it was okay for her to contact me.  I responded that we shouldn't be talking and that was that."


So, I get upset because he didn't actually confess anything.  Again.  He insists that he forgot that the exchange had even taken place.  I tell him that he failed my test.  He had contact with The Whore and hid it.  Again.  Then he utters my most despised phrase. 


"I didn't want you to get mad." 


Argggggggh! 


I tell him the nature of the message.  He just shrugs.  "I don't know, she's crazy.  I told her that we shouldn't be talking."


"Okay, so you won't mind if I respond to her then."  He says "....I guess not.  I have nothing more to say to her." 


I dive across the bed and grab his phone from the side table.  "What are you doing?" he asks.  "Responding to her." I say as I'm feverishly typing a "seriously, I want nothing to do with you" message on his phone.  "There." I say as I hand the phone back.  "What'd you say?"  "Don't worry about it," I say smugly.  "You had nothing more to say to her."


01/13/13
Then I get a really great idea.  I log into his business email account and send an "I'm sorry" email supposedly from The Mister, in which I tell her "I'm just trying to keep the peace at home, please forgive me."  She responds and CC's not only The Bore, but also myself.  Basically saying - No, you should keep the peace at home, but please leave me out of it.  And then alludes to the fact that I was planning to gather evidence for a protection order.


This sets off a red flag as very few people had this information.


01/14/13
At the point, The Meddler started texting me, questioning who could have given The Whore the information. Her list included a handful of the other Mommies and The Mister.  I blew them all off.  I thought I knew who the culprit was.  But, the other Mommies started questioning The Whore's insistence that there was an actual affair.  I didn't like where this was heading.


I started an email to The Whore.  I ridiculed her persistence regarding the affair, apologized for my state of mind when we first exchanged messages this summer, and questioned her about how she knew about the protection order.  As I'm typing the email, The Mister starts to get jittery.  He keep and begging me to just leave it alone.  "I don't think you should do it," he says.  "Well, how often have you done what I have asked of you in the last few months?" I ask.  "Thanks for your opinion, I'm doing what I want this time."


I was once again, snooping through his accounts.  I happened upon a message in his inbox on YouTube, entitled Re:Hey.

I notice a response from The Whore on YouTube.  I eagerly open it up.  In it, she says that she knows that I was involved in sending the last message.  That he was the one to say that it was okay to contact him there and if he was going to be so careless to just leave her alone.  Weird.  Then I notice that she also sent a message on his business page on Facebook.  It said "asshole...you let me walk right into that one."  Double weird.

I dwell on The Whore's knowledge of the protection order for quite a while.  The only people who know about it are The Mister, Superwoman, Pretty, and my Mommy group.  I have no reason to suspect the first three, so my mind starts pointing fingers at the Mommy group.  I decide to confront them.  The ladies start to get worked up.  Things start spinning out of control quickly.  Then someone points out that The Whore had written a new blog post that day entitled "CrazyCakes."  This blog post is all about "CrazyCakes" who "have no limit of lies they will tell to save their own arse" and "the people closest to the CrazyCakes of this world have no idea who they are living with.  The loved ones of the CrazyCakes have eyes that are so covered by the lies that they are completely fooled."

After I finish my email, I start making dinner.  The phone rings.  The Mister and I shoot each other a look and he answers the phone.  I can tell by the tone of his voice that it's something serious.  "Who's calling? ...  What do you want?  ...  Look it's done, okay?  ...  We're done with you guys.  ...  No, no more  ...  It's done."  Click.  I ask who that was and he tells me that it was The Bore.  "I promised him that you're done - no more fake emails, no more comments.  Done."  "Yep," I agreed.  But, yet my heart was still racing.

I could barely eat dinner because my stomach was knotted up.  I ate what I could and then I go to the family room and sit on the couch.  I'm still a mass of nervous energy.  I check my phone.  Crap, another email from The Whore.  It states "No drama, but The Bore is coming over to talk to you."  I respond with "We won't be answering the door.  I just want this affair BS to end."

I tell The Mister.  He starts getting very agitated.  He said "I'm not going to be able to not answer the door." I said "Okay, then answer the door."  He starts putting on his shoes.  "I'm not letting him inside though."  "Okay.  Hey, if they do come, I want you to say the words 'I did not sleep with The Whore,' because you haven't actually said that yet."  "Okay."

I receive another email from The Whore basically stating - think about it, why would I make up an affair...?  So I say The Mister "Tell me, why is The Whore going through all of this trouble insisting that you guys slept together."  He again shrugs me off.  "I don't know, she's crazy."  I take a deep breath.  "You know, it's hard for me to trust you when I don't have actual proof one way or the other.  We could survive an affair, it's the lying that I would have trouble forgiving."  He's still agitated.  He throws his arms up and says "Well, you might as well assume that I fucked her then!"  I asked quietly "Did you?"

......No answer.

"Did you?!"

......No answer.  He won't even look at me.

"Okay, I'm going to assume by your lack of answer that you did."

 [Pause]

"DID YOU??"

"I did," he whispered as the tears started to fall.

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