I See You Driving 'Round Town with the Girl I Love And I'm Like, "Fuck You" (ooh, ooh, ooh)

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 came to get her to take her to her house.  Jennifer Murray, complicit as she is, had the balls to wave at me.  While Jenny was with Jennifer, I remembered my therapist told me VM, where Jenny gets her cancer treatment, has been purchased by CHI Franciscan. CHI as in CATHOLIC Healthcare Initiative. As such, they wont do assisted suicide, an option Jenny has wanted kept open since diagnosis for when she is close to the end, to avoid a painful death.  I had already discussed the change in ownership with her sisters, and called to tell Jenny. I heard a man's voice while speaking, presumed it to be Eric the pinché motherfucker, and ended the call.  Then the following exchange took place via text.  Amazingly, rather than deny the Vegas tryst when accused by me, she asked me what proof I had.  I told her I had his flight itinerary.  She had nothing to say about it.














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  1. AnonymousAugust 26, 2023 at 9:57 AM

    Yesterday, as I slowly rid myself of some of Jenny's things, I found a pen in her bedstand from the casino in Kingston. Sigh.

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