kvetching up

Two years. She has copped to it. The story doesn't matter. She says two years. Her fuzzy memory finding great clarity. Then, with even greater specificity. July 28, 2018. It doesn't fit her narrative that this all started because we were so miserable.  We had, as she pointed out when she decided to give me a precise date,  just gotten back from a lovely trip across Europe.  It was so lovely.  I don't remember even bickering. We had, what i thought was a blissful vacation.  All of it. So, I am certain she is still lying about the date-especially given the proof I have found that this stretches back to at least the beginning of 2018.  Leiney found out on Saturday morning around 10:45.  Sitting next to Jenny on the couch as Jenny scrolled through texts, Leiney saw conversations Jenny and I were having about the affair. Jenny didn't think to hide it from Leiney. Leiney told Jenny she'd seen the texts, apparently. Chemo brain or she just doesn't give a fuc...

Eric   Is a Pinché Motherfucker   I have receipts. For hotel, motel, and casino trysts going back to July 19. Possibly as early as 2018. But definitely July, when she stayed with Eric at a casino in Kingston. I have undeniable proof she went to Vegas with him in November 2019. More on that in a bit. I'm concerned that she has been spending our money on hotel after hotel, flights and whatever else.  I have told her today I need access to all the accounts, that it is non-negotiable.  She is stonewalling.  But when she feels better, I will get the information.   The systematic excavation of her phone continued last night.  I found Erics  the pinche motherfucker's flight itinerary for Vegas from November 2019.  I told my therapist today. She didn't think there was much point in confronting Jenny about it, she predicted she would lie.   Later in the day today, after a day of debilitating nausea, she rallied and Jennifer Murray ...