Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Tuesday

Last week I found a treasure trove of texts... Mary and Nabal. Them spending nights together. Him checking on her period... Her at it's end and him begging to get in it. Asking to eat... Them fighting, her threatening to send me all his messages to her, to me. Her calling him a dirty drunk. Really? She was surprised he wasn't a man of God? Told him he was instead evil... Pay her phone, her tuition. Telling him he can stay the night at her house. Asking would they spend the entire night at a hotel.

Screen shot, sent from his phone to mine. Next stop lawyer, because I know none of that is permissible evidence...in my state. You gabber got to practically be in the bedroom with them...

What did surprise me is that I think he's also banging our old realtor. Something of a sot herself. Now in her 70's. Just before his invite to her to go to a hotel...there was a text from her for him to "delete delete" their previous conversion... Julie G. thought we were ok... Can't trust anyone.

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