Oh, and speaking of not caring one whit about ow's feelings, same here. but, one thing i did, which turned out to be kind of fortunate for me, I guess, was I got myself a disposable "secret" cell phone of my own,and called my H's phone and kept trying to hack into his voice mail. I tried every password idea I could think of, then remembered the date on the bottom of the ugly stinky wooden box ow made for him(the one that S chopped up with an ax, and we burned in the woods). That was the password, and I was able to go in and use my little recorder and record all ow's messages to my H. I put them in my new safety deposit box along with other "evidence". They were sickening. But, I had just gotten a set of tapes called "Light His Fire", and some of what I heard on the messages, sounded like ow was wooing him with the same sort of thing. Thanking MY H for how hard he worked!! Crap like that. Like, not one single penny of his salary was going to that skank. I knew that for a fact. ow would call him and giggle like an idiot, which sounded deranged to me.
