4:30 a.m. I have indigestion and am awake. The quiet house above me. I heard Nabal awaken, probably going to the bathroom. Ah, but no! Out the front door, back in. Out the door again going through trucks. Downstairs with his phone as a light...searching. After four trips outside and a return search to the basement, I ask what he is doing.
Looking for his phone... It's in your hand. "My other phone. Someone stole it."
Wow..! A frantic a.m. search? Must be some pretty incriminating stuff on it!
Nabal has been doing the full court press since I got home. Love you. You are my wife, you belong to me. Your my one and only little lady.
Trying to cop a feel here and there. Man, martial arts training comes in so very handy. Thank you for the hours of blocking drills.
Yeah...pretty incriminating. I saw the phone sitting on the dining room table as we were all going out to eat. Stopped to look at it while everyone else was scurrying to get ready. Why yes, Nabal was drunk, but not blato. Straight to messaging! Why yes he and Mary are in touch. Wonder if her boyfriend knows? Probably not since there is some bogus 'hey girl' text from weeks ago wanting to invite 'her'and her hubby out sometime. Misdirecting her poor beau's attention... Ahh, those tangled webs again. So seems last Tuesday the 15th they were texting at 7 a.m.. Only his side was left. "wen" "will you be there alone" "ok"
Yesterday her inquiring what Nabal was doing around 8a.m. Then a lovely pic of her in front of a historic attraction locally.
I placed the phone where I'd found it and we all left.
Up and about at 1 a.m. I wondered if the phone was still there... Why yes. Yes it was!
Looking around the picture was taken Saturday...by her beau. How do I know? Ahh, Facebook. Two new pics posted- one of her and said beau, the other the pic sent to Nabal.
Oh! Why is Nabal texting himself. I know to transfer information... But Nabal ain't that savvy. I smelled a rat. Bingo! Naked pics. The girl looks of age...if barely. Not Ms. Mary.
Why yes, all that got saved, sent, and hidden on his phone. Yes it did.
Why is Mary so chatty lately I wonder? Oh, Nabal us flush again. If they do end up together...couldn't happen to a more worthy girl! She'd catch hell with his jealousy. Hell, I did with no basis. He'd have plenty of basis from her current behavior. She's pretty sly... His image of women.
This is the same liar who last week told me if I left him he'd kill himself. He wanted to die first, then me a few minutes later... The same liar who insists on his undying love. Who apologizes for anything I think he did... But he really didn't do. And when he can't hold it in tells me I started not speaking to him for no reason and that's why he talked to other women. Only talk. Never anything inappropriate. Lies, on to of lies, atop more lies. He's the innocent victim but it's willing to take the hit...for us. Sigh. Give me a break.
So his sober search yielded zilch. Where is his phone? Right beside his keys where he left them. On the dining room table. Bet he's peeing his pants with worry. Oh yeah, I don't much care.
