These are the only words DH has heard from me for the last two days. I make sure to say them as he is exiting the house to go to work. You know... the job where the inbred knuckle-dragging swamp cunt is also employed. It's been fun really. I know that sounds petty and passive-aggressive but truly I don't give a crap anymore. I'm the one saddled with the wifely responsibilities but she's the one who gets the respect. (see my previous blog) I have moved dh out of the marital bedroom. And eventually, he will be moving out of MY house. He just doesn't know it yet. I have stopped wearing my ring also. What's the point? I don't see myself as married.

This has become too much. It's emotionally draining. All twat waffle has to do is play the "child" card and I become the invisible woman. He skips off to do whatever she requests because it's "for his son". Oh and don't forget my favorite excuse of, "I have to communicate with her for my son." That one is a dandy.

For whatever reason, my dh and horseface bitch devil cunt are still not done grieving their marriage. I think they want to be together still. And it's not noticeable to the untrained eye. To the average observer he seems to be a loving and devoted husband to me, until she enters the picture (literally). Then you can feel the shift. It's like watching two people try so hard to ignore one another that they actually aren't ignoring one another. Does that make sense? I feel it in my gut. I wonder if twat waffle's flying monkey husband senses it too? It would be reassuring to know.

So again dh is off to work, to be with his true "wife". And me, well I'm formulating a plan... }:)