Whenever I tell someone about my situation, more often than not they inquire if I know who "the other woman" is. Why yes, I tell them...I not only know who she is I know all sorts of things about her. For instance...I know her full name, Charlot Doomie Babylon, and her birth date, November 23, 1964, I know where she lives and where she works. I know her car and license plate number. I also know all of her telephone numbers which includes, 2 cell phones (one for her work as a sales rep. for cleaning products and the other for personal use), the number of the bar where she works (3 nights a week from 6pm to 1am), the 800 number for her sales job, and her two house phones...one is in her daughter's name. That name would be, Diane. Charlot also has a son, Jarred. Diane is 23 years old, married and lives in Lowell...birthday, April 4, 1986. Jarred is 20, still lives at home with "Mommy Dearest" while attending college...birthday, May 10, 1989. Both of her children carry her maiden name, Doomie, not her married name, so one can assume that she had these 2 children before she married Scott Babylon...I know I do. The house she lives in was purchased by the happy couple in 1998 for $159,000. When the marriage fell apart (wonder why), ownership was transferred solely to her for $1.00, and our dear Charlot was divorced (wonder why) from Scott in 2002. Most of this information I found using Internet services like Net Detective and Intellius. And, most of this information was completely useless, but I liked having it. It made me feel really superior that I knew all these things about her, especially when she had absolutely no idea that I even knew she existed. And, it came in very handy when I used some of it to freak her out the first time we met. Oh...have I mentioned that before? Well, yes, I have had the privilege of actually meeting my husband's mistress...How lucky am I! I have actually spoken with her, and more than once. I caught them together three times, four, if you count spying on them in a parking lot late at night when they didn't know I was there. The first three times I made my presence known. That last time was...well...the last straw. It pushed me off the fence I'd been sitting on trying to decide whether or not to leave him. I had had enough at that point and couldn't be bothered wasting my breath confronting him about it. It had been six months since I first found out Dick had cheated on me. I knew that night I would never trust him again. Even if I wanted to or tried to, there would always be some doubt. And that little voice in my head questioning if he was being truthful. He had lied to me far too many times. I finally knew what I was going to do, what I had to do. I just didn't know how or when I would do it.
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