- submitted by theseer on 02/26/2007
Sleeping With Our Next Door Neighbor!
My husband is screwing our next door neighbor. My former best friend, the whore, the total skank who's also president of the PTA and runs our town's annual bake sale and 'save the children' charity drive.
I've suspected for months. Why? He hasn't been begging for sex like before. He's less angry. He doesn't jump on me for every little stupid perceived slight.
And she -- she doesn't drop by like she used to. She doesn't gossip. She doesn't look me in the eye. She doesn't complain about her not getting any.
I work all day, I go into the city. NYC. He stays home and "works." Supposedly. He freelances, builds websites, whatever. He stays with our 2 kids -- I guess I should be grateful.
What a f**king cliche! I'm going to kill him. And her. Or, I don't know. There's so much less fighting in the house, less tension. Maybe I should encourage it. Maybe I should screw her husband. Except he's disgusting, a sweating pig in a suit.
Thing is, I'm not nearly as angry as I should be. Shouldn't I be angry or angrier? Jesus. Who knows. I've become a bad TV movie. Why haven't I missed the sex? I used to love it. Even before I knew, I didn't want him to ever touch me.
I've got to confront him, and her. But maybe I won't. I feel relieved almost. Also furious. Probably Haagen Dazs will help. A lot of it. Then it'll be clearer.
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