One of Molly's silly stories

I think you all know I love to tell my stories...here is one about catching my husband cheating on me:

My husband was abusive. I figure he was cheating on me perhaps the entire 10 years we were together. It was a classic case of denial. But I figured it out one morning.....

He wanted a divorce (THANK GOD)...but I was devastated and continued to live in OUR HOUSE until I could find a place to move. I stayed there for 4 months hoping he would change his mind, which he didn't (THANK GOD). We still shared a bed, when he finally did come home during those 4 months, sometimes at 4 a.m., sometimes not for a few days. It was painful, but I was still in denial. Finally I could not stand it and I found an apartment.

When I moved out over the weekend, I moved alone. He didn't help me, and because I was classically abused, I no longer had friends that would help me either. He had managed to separate me from all my friends and family. He left the house on Saturday while I was moving, and when he came home at about 6 p.m. and found that I wasn't done, he took my house key and threw all my clothes on the lawn.

I was devastated. I went to my new apt crying....I didn't even know how to turn up the water heater, so I took a very cold shower. All I wanted was a shower. Well in that cold shower, I started to get mad...really mad. I lay on the floor of my new apt all night getting madder and madder....

At 7 a.m. the next morning, I went over to the house to finish. In the driveway I saw a familiar car, a female co-worker of his who I had cooked dinner for about six months back. Bingo....light bulb on......duh.

First I knocked on the front door. Then I banged on the front door. Then I used both fists....I heard people walking around in the living room. So I proceeded to bang on every window in the house. You have to understand, this man hit me for years, but at that moment, if he had appeared, he would no longer have a head......I think he sensed this.

I went around the house. In the backyard I heard the sliding glass door being locked before I could get to it. There was our Snapper Lawnmower. Gas Operated. Not a small thing......(Adrenaline is an amazing thing) I picked that thing up by the handles and, like a shotputter, threw it through the sliding glass door. Then I ran like hell. Of course I ran right past my car and straight down the street. Had to double back for my car, and when I didn't see him, I stood in the front yard, hands on hips....Oh yes, I wanted that man to come out of the house.

I went home waiting for him to show. He didn't...coward. The first day and night of my recovery. I gathered more strength in that 24 hour period.....more than months of therapy.

The beauty of the story, the object of his affection left him shortly after that incident. She said that she was scared of his ex-wife LOLOLOL!!!

The reason I'm telling you this story is because I don't want you to be in denial like I was. It sounds like you are working it out, which is a very very good thing. But honey, if you have to throw a lawnmower through a door, I am giving you my permission.

Love, Molly


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