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I have to add to this rant that was posted awhile back by a friend of mine (the Maybe this "Cunt" is the one who needs Unleashing") I just have to. From what I've learned since this situation this just can't keep swirling around in my head.
I'm the chick this "foolinwith" gal fucked with and I know for a fact I'm not the first one to experience her fucked up persona. Thank you to my friends and family that know about this girl and have given me their support. I think "foolin" deserves a little bit of understanding... emphasis on the "a little".
She's incredibly insecure. I mean it's obvious from her experience with
bulimia but if you didn't know that, then you'd know it from her
constant attention seeking from other males. She's apparently always
wanted to be seen as special or beautiful by someone else because she
can't see it in herself, and she views every other female around as a
potential threat. I think that's sad. I think it's also sad that it was
only after the fact that I learned that her upbringing was less than
healthy (drunk ass parents and one is a cop that grows weed in his
basement) and that in high school she sought attention from anyone and
everyone because inside she was/is a very, very depressed and lonely
person. If I had known that at the time, I could have probably sat down
with her and offered her some resources to some great therapists in
the area... oh well... it does explain some of her behavior though...
even though it's still not excusable.
Well, first this chick tells my husband after a brief 45 min visit at
an Applebees that she sensed a "rift" in our relationship. This was the
first time she'd met us and in a miss-sent text earlier she was really
nervous about meeting us. She was obviously very intimidated by me when
she saw me, just given her body language at the table. I'm not a very
social person so I didn't say a whole lot and let the conversation go
between them and my more social husband. I did get the feeling that I
was being analyzed but I'm not one to care about what another thinks of
me. Her husband kept giving me these creepy looks that I can only
explain as half "obviously closeted gay guy" and "sex-deprived, unhappy
husband". I dunno.. it was really weird.
A few weeks later her husband texted mine and basically asked him if
he could have sex with me or if we could "wife swap". My hubby thought
he was drunk... I thought the request was made by a pretty sober guy
especially given the way he looked at me. I dunno... it was creepy as
fuck. A few weeks later, my husband lost his job and they invited us to
a movie. I was irritated that we had to drive 3 hours to a shitty-ass
small lake town in the middle of nowhere for a fuckin' Saw movie but
whatever. And by the point I was already unimpressed by our company but
hey... they're my hubby's friends... not mine. My husband, at this
point, just thinks these people could be good friends but they need to
stay away from alcohol and apologize to me (which they never did even
though he asked them to).
While we're there, her husband keeps calling my husband her
"boyfriend." Ok, that's just crossing a line for me personally (and
every other sane wife out there) and I clam up in the backseat,
obviously pissed at the creepy-closet-case. And he asks why i'm quiet!
"Because I'm thinking of the best way to kill you..." I think and my
husband tells him to stop pestering me and pushing me (score one for
the hubs).
After the movie this chick asks me a couple questions like, "are you
ok?" and "how was the movie?" and I answer politely while checking
messages on my phone. Turns out, after this she told my husband I was a
brat that verbally assaulted her after the movie. C'mon... cunt. Of
course, she tells him this while he's down there the next weekend to
help them out with some renovation work on their in-laws' house for
some cash (remember, he's out of a job at this point) and I don't have
the chance to rip her throat open because I'm at home preparing for a
career expo in the city for my major. Dammit...
Time goes on and I'm getting more and more pissed off because this cunt
is manipulating situations around me and my husband to try to placate
me (like saying: "your husband loves you so much... and you're so
pretty" on my facebook...) and then try to get him to leave me (like
saying: "she controls you and doesn't understand you... you should
leave her and come live with us for a while"... and "I don't want to
come between you guys... if it's between me and her, you should choose
her..." (???)). See that game? Yeah, that's a classic manipulation game
played by stupid bitches. Basically, she's trying to push me away and
make herself seem unintrusive and virtuous while actually being a
whore. Men, take notes... women, you already know this game I bet...
it's a classic one in the "Bitch Book". The whole time my husband is
wondering what exactly her problem is with me but dismisses it as her
being insecure, in a bad marriage and/or not liking me just as I don't
like her (well, yeah, that's half the problem here... the other half is
she's just psycho...).
Finally, I get fed the fuck up. I tell my husband that these two are
obviously creepy, psycho fuckwits with some serious (sexual) issues
that should be taken up with a therapist... and he agrees. This chick
and I get into a lame ass text messaging fight after I told her I knew
her game and that she'd best take it elsewhere (normally, I call and
ask for a one and one meeting... but a. I know it wouldn't do any good
and b. I was at work at the time and wanting to end the shenanigans
right then).. no more than that... no less... and then she starts to
ARGUE with me. She displaces blame on to my husband saying he doesn't
love me (contradicting facebook messages) and that he smoked pot behind
my back (like I care?) and that I was too "immature and insecure" to
see what I had in my husband (And you can? Wait... wasn't he evil
because he smoked pot behind my back? HA!). I simply tell her that
she's a stupid cunt (she hates being called that by the way) that was
just trying to start shit and that she was acting very bitter. My
husband has called her to tell her their friendship was over at this
point and that goes... fairly smoothly... but then he starts getting
these weird texts from her saying I was harassing her and threatening
her. Ummm... kay.
Then, she calls him and SCREAMS at him over the phone that I was a
controlling bitch with serious issues and that he should leave him and
come to her... blah blah blah. My hubby, like a champ, knows that she's
a serious train-wreck and just hangs up. Bravo babe!
After this, she threatens me and acts like a cry-baby, wannabe prom
queen that didn't win. It was really, really pathetic. She even goes so
far as to post on a forum how my husband had a thing for her and was
secretly gay (I guess she's a man?). My husband and I talk about the
situation because we're sitting here wondering what exactly caused her
major malfunction, and he tells me some interesting things... some of
which I knew, some of which I didn't and he thought was creepy at the
time but he didn't know how to handle (and I mean, who really would in
his situation?). One, she told him that he "looked at everyone
sexually." He told her that he was trained in the military and just
looked at people when he sensed movement... he didn't feel or think
about them sexually. She insisted it was sexual. Weird. Secondly, she
and her husband kept talking about swinging... like... a lot. Thirdly,
she bragged to him about cheating on her husband and posting a picture
of her ass on a website. Yeah... classy.
Basically, this bitch was just another whore trying to get in to a
guy's pants and the guy happened to be my husband. Now, I know that
she's had a seriously fucked up childhood... but goddamn I know people
who experienced far worse and are GREAT people! So it's really no
excuse. I also know that even though she got married fairly young and
was having doubts about the marriage, she also was less than happy to
get pregnant 5 months in to the marriage... which is sad because her
little boy really didn't deserve to be born half-starved with defects
because she wouldn't take care of herself. I don't know... it's sad,
yet still infuriating. It's amazing to me how fucked up some people are
and what fucked up things they do. I don't understand it (probably
because I'm not that fucked up... HA!) and I do try to look at things
from the other person's point of view... but damn... this experience
was just crazy.
I just hope that by laying this train-wreck saga out on here that it
helps anyone else in a similar situation or to stay out of that
situation, and if she ever finds this, I hope she's fucking embarassed.
She should be! I did nothing to this idiot and she was a psycho-cunt
right out of the gate.
And should she see this... I want to say something... Maeghan, you're a
fucking fruitcake that needs to drop the Dr. Phil/psycho mama bullshit
and learn to value yourself, then maybe you'll start to value others.
Stop giving such a shit about what others think of you because I think
that's where a lot of your issues have started. By giving a shit, you
act like a dingbat and piss people off, and then you get to see shit
like this written about you (and I'm not sympathetic at all... you make
your bed, you lie in it). If you don't like the marriage you're in,
then end it and get with someone that makes you happy. And also,
waiting tables isn't a "career"... it's a job that usually pays shit
and your son deserves better. Don't hold shit against women that choose
to not follow the dead-end-job/housewife-mommy path you've gotten on
and now try to validate even though you're obviously not happy with it.
Furthermore, don't talk shit on a man you know nothing about... that
whole spiel about how "i'm gonna find out about what he does and then
leave him" was truly pathetic. I love my husband and you were too
stupid to figure out that I pretty much wrote the Bitch Book and I knew
that stupid game you were playing. You can't play manipulation games
when you are so easily manipulated yourself. I guess misery loves
company... and unfortunately you invited my husband to your pity party
and then got your whole game busted wide open for the whole world to
see. You're a pathetic person and now everyone knows it.
John (her husband), before you go calling people "ignorant," I want you
to know that I'd never fuck you. Not in a million years. You're a
creepy motherfucker that I see cartwheeling out of the closet in a few
years with a sparkler in each hand and a party hat on his cock. I'm
sorry your wife got psycho/cheater/fat-ass on you and that you try to
drown your sorrows in alcohol even though you probably still crave that
oh-so-delicious cocaine you got into a while back. A baby also doesn't
help your reality-check eh? That sucks. I think it's funny that you two
losers now try to advertise yourselves as non-party-goers that are
soooo in love even though you both have a habit of going to bars,
getting wasted, and flirting with other people. You two live in a
little world called "denial".
It must really suck to just fail like you two cunt-suckers have... I
wouldn't know how that feels since I'm not a total fuck-up, but I wish
you luck anyway because everyone knows you'll need it. Also, if you'd
like to finally go through with the threats you've posed against me and
my hubby, by all means... I'll bring the camera and the chips.
Peace out. *takes a bow*
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