Thanks to those lovely Facebook reminders I discovered that four years ago today I signed Cousinfucker up on Facebook. Wow- he made it a whole year before starting up an affair with his cousin! Let’s give him a round of applause for holding off for so long. One year until he began his EA with her. Approximately 3 years until he began what would eventually be a physical (BARF!) affair with her. Four years ago I signed him up on Facebook and today he’s in the middle of a divorce, living life with his true love and deserting his kids so he can work alongside his best friend.
Here’s another funny thing. I tried to get the archives of his Facebook page two years ago. I wanted to see how long they had been “friends” before their affair began. Truthfully, if I was also able to find some messages between the two of them that would have been a bonus. I eventually had to have it sent to his email account because I couldn’t change it. When I told him what I had done and to print it off for me he freaked out and deactivated his account. Then later he said he deactivated it because Facebook made him feel bad about his own life. He said he felt like everyone was living a fantastic life and it made him realize how far away he was from family. Poor lamb. Even back then with him pledging allegiance to me I felt like there was something more to it and that obviously he had something to hide but I could never get it out of him.
None of that is the funny thing. This is: Once I knew about the renewed affair one of the first things he did was reactivate his Facebook account. And delete me as a friend, of course. Now Harley is free to tag him in all of her insipid posts. Zack! Zack! Look! Look! Aren’t we just an adorable couple? Don’t look behind the curtain to see two cheating jackasses.
Oh, Fate, you fickle bitch; if only I had known back then what would happen…