My lying, cheating, scumbag whore of a wife decided to cheat on me. She shopped around, trying out a few guys she had her eye on over the years. It was a crushing blow to her ego when the reality didn't leave up to the fantasy. It crushed her further when she was flat out turned down by a number of guys she tried throwing herself at. She finally threw herself at the right guy and managed to have some good sex for a couple of weeks. Then he dumped her because HE felt guilty that she was married (He's single).

After all the time she spent lying, I finally figured out what she was doing, and found the evidence I needed to confront her.

I made her feel like shit by being nice to her. Rather than yelling and calling her names, I told her I love her and we could work everything out.

I know how to push her buttons, so, by talking with her about things, I manage to keep making her feel like shit. Good. She is shit.

The funny thing is, now I'M the liar.

Things aren't fine.

I hate her. She disgusts me. She has destroyed everything, and we can never get it back. I'll never forget. I'll never get over this. If I could, I wouldn't want to. Why would I stay with someone who went out of her way, over a long period of time, to destroy us?

So, why am I lying to her?

If I left her now, she'd expect that. It would hurt her, but, she's at least somewhat prepared for it.

I prefer to ride this out until she's feeling really good and everything is fine. Then I'll just slip out one night and be gone. I probably won't leave a note, but, if I do, it will just say "I'm gone. I'm not coming back. You know why."

I'll do it that way, because I know she'll be confused and hurt and crushed and in a lot of pain for a long time. Just like me.

She made me this way.