@robx: now something throws me off for a second, SP did you stop seeing that woman you were dating and start pursuing your wife again, is this why the momentum appears to have shifted back to her?
No -- in fact I leave on another Great European Getaway Thursday week to see Miss Someone on her turf.
And again, let me emphasize -- I don't begrudge WAW her Mr. Someone, this fellow she hooked up with on her Great European Getaway; by her declarations (and let me also emphasize for the sake of @Gypsy -- I don't ASK for this information, it is simply given to me whether I want it or not): "I like him and he likes me and we're great in bed and I'm going to keep seeing him."
She's on her own -- "Free, White, and over 21" as my un-self-consciously racist great-grandmother used to say.
That's as may be -- she wants to get it on and bang a gong, she's going to. I have no control. I make no -- and am entitled to make no -- judgments about Mr. Someone.
I do believe, however, that I am entitled to render a judgment upon Signore -- a .45-caliber sinus cleaning comes to mind. Yes, HE did not destroy the marriage, she did, but that doesn't mean he's an innocent bystander -- Gosh, dude, sorry I boned your wife! Like, I totally couldn't help it. I totally didn't even know what was happening -- I was just, like, waiting in line for coffee.
If her story is to be believed -- and on this score I have no reason to doubt it -- he pursued her and made her feel girly and wanted and all that other "Mister, I met a man once" B.S. that Waywards spout.
According to mutual friends, this is Signore's M.O. -- he preys upon vulnerable married women and then, when they follow their hearts (or what they think are their hearts) and split from their families, he high-tails it out there and heads for the hills, leaving them without home, hearth, and him.
What I begrudge is her EXPECTATION that I queue up with that piece of sh*t as just one of her "guys." No thanks.
And, to be blunt, I'm more than a little bit puked-out by the fact that WAW -- who was, at one time, in some parallel universe, actually "my" wife and best friend -- has so little self-respect that she would jump at the chance to exonerate that mo-fo, excuse his piece-of-sh*t-itude, and then actively seek to reconnect with him. "We're good friends." Yeah, sure -- that's a fine basis upon which to start a true friendship: "Hey, remember when I f*cked you over after you broke up with your husband and left your children? Goood tiiiimes; goooooood times."
That just takes me right into the aforementioned "who are you?" territory.
