Well it's one thing for the b*** OW and H to talk 10 times a day on his cell phone - doesn't matter to me since I've mastered my snooping urges and haven't checked his cell phone or email for weeks. But why did I have to come home today after a crappy day (this morning he mentions dropping off his housing application for grad school - oh, yeah, since you won't be living here anymore) and see her f*** name and number my new HOME phone (which has caller I.D., which I didn't before)????? What kind of nerve is that? And I can't say ANYTHING to him, right? My hand was trembling as I resisted the urge to call the number on the caller i.d. and cuss her out - seems like my right since she has the nerve to call my HOME PHONE! Of course, for all I know, she could have been calling here forever and I just didn't know because I didn't have caller i.d. But God, I am not good at faking my emotions and he's going to be able to tell I'm upset but I can't say anything about it, right?
Somebody, PLEASE stop me from calling this b**** and cussing my H out at the same time!!!! Stupid of me to think about "respect" in this crazy context, or "stepping over the line" when all the wrong lines have been crossed, but I really feel invaded somehow....
