About

Welcome to yet another infidelity blog. I’m not sure what sets me apart from others, aside from my husband’s choice in sex partners.  I’m not reconciling; I’m divorcing.  I was married for 18 years when I found out my husband was carrying on a long-distance emotional affair with none other than his cousin.  I am such a dumbass that I actually fought for my marriage and thought we were on the so-called road to recovery.  We even made a cross country move, one that was put into motion when Romeo and Juliet hooked up, less than a year after I discovered their affair.  Not quite 12 months later and he’s involved with her again.  Four days shy of the 2 year “anti-versary” of DDay #1 I received a message letting me know that my husband had been spending his weekends in Whore Town with his cousin/whore.  And his whole family knew and had no problem with it.

You can read all about it in Part 1, Part 1.5, and Part 2.

Allow me to introduce the three main characters.  I am Sam; I am awesome.  The STBX (soon to be ex) husband is Cousinfucker, CF or STBX.  His whore is whore (no capitalization) or Harley.  Sometimes when I get really fancy I’ll refer to her as his gold digging, white trash whore.

That’s it in a nutshell.  Twenty plus years of marriage down the drain.  He moved me and our kids 2000 miles across the country for a new job that was supposed to make him happy and then abandoned us for a whore.  I’m pissed off but in the end I realize I’m going to miss my pool a hell of a lot more than I’m going to miss that jackass.