12. Bastard

BASTARD

" W hat the hell is this?" I stared down at my phone in surprise and anger. I'd been ignoring it all day, not wanting to see why or who had been texting me nonstop. The truth is, I thought it was that annoying bitch who I had sent off to work without me every day for the past week.

Once it kept going, disrupting my whole damn day, I decided to answer just to tell her to fuck off. I've been doing that a lot lately, yelling at or cursing her. I'd started to see the fear in her eyes, too, when she went too far.

Good, it's about time she learns her fucking place, the stupid bitch. But I opened my phone expecting to see another one of her stupid texts about us needing to talk and instead was faced with a barrage of texts from multiple friends.

The sight made me run to the bathroom to puke. It can't be; she couldn't have married him. She's supposed to give me time to get my head on straight and then take me back so we can be a family again. She's always been big on family. There's no way she was going to tear our family apart.

I was on the phone responding to their pictures on social media, saying just that. I made a comment over and over again that this is why that bitch didn't fight me on the divorce, because those two had been fucking all along, and that seemed to send everyone into a tizzy fit.

I drank from my last bottle of whiskey and laughed my ass off at the dumpster fire I had started. When Wendy came home later that evening, I knocked her around a little, then fucked her until she couldn't move and went back to my online war.

She came out of the bedroom with matted hair and a bruise on her cheek, nagging me about some shit, so I smacked her around a little more and sent her into the kitchen to get me dinner. "That's right bitch. This is your life from now on. You fucked up my life, now it's your turn."

I was drunk off my ass but didn't really much care. That night, I showed her who's boss until she curled into a ball and slept. The next morning, I took all of her important papers and locked them away in my safe then dangled the idea of an engagement ring in her face.

I knew that would keep her mouth shut about what went on here last night since she'd already gone to great lengths to cover up the bruises. That's how the following days went. I used up all of my PTO, which worked out to a fair amount, and spent my days on the couch battling my bitch of an ex and that asshole poacher Jake.

That went on for days until I received the cease and desist from Mr and Mrs. Jacob Halston. I tore the house apart that day before drunkenly driving past my old house. That's when I saw the new people moving in.

I slammed out of the car and approached the man and woman and their fucking brats that were moving into my house. Somehow, the cops ended up being called, but I ran away before they got there.

I tried calling Rachel, but I was blocked, and Jake wasn't answering. I knew there was no way I was going to get past the security at his gate but I still tried. I stood outside the gate yelling for the two of them to come outside and face me, but they didn't even have the decency to look out a window.

For days, those two never said a word to me, but everyone else was fighting their battles on social media. My own family was threatening to disown me for spreading rumors about the mother of my children. Couldn't they see how this was hurting me? Didn't they even care?

Those nights, Wendy got what she had coming to her, especially when she started in on me about caring that my ex got remarried. "Stupid bitch, this is all your fault. I hate your fucking guts."

"Well, I hate you too." I slapped her in the mouth and pushed her back against the wall with my hands around her throat.

I saw the fear in her eyes and grinned. "Now go make me something to eat, you dumb bitch and be quick about it." I grabbed myself another beer and went trauma shopping by looking through the wedding pictures again.

I felt so much hate for the two of them that I tried to scratch their faces through the screen. I haven't been able to catch a glimpse of them or my children in all this time, and their bitch mother has sole custody for the next few weeks.

Things went on like that for a while. I was home each day drinking and scrolling through those pictures while Wendy went to work with fresh bruises each morning and a sore pussy from the night before.

That's all she was good for anyway, the dumb bitch. Cum dump that was her new name. She hated it, but what was she going to do? Her life took on a routine of coming home, making subpar dinner, getting knocked around to let off steam, and then a good hard fuck before her ass went to bed.

She'd stopped complaining and had been moping around the house, looking for sympathy. I wouldn't even hug her when she came crawling over to me, looking for attention. She usually ended up crying and whining like the bitch she was until I gave her something to sulk about.

"You're letting yourself go. Rachel had two kids, and she looks ten times better than you, and you're younger." That was my new favorite go-to. It tore her down but good and kept her just where I wanted her, under my feet.

She'd become a broken shell of herself, which was perfect. It's the way I felt these last few weeks, so why should she fare any better? This was all her doing. If she hadn't shaken her ass in my face, none of this would've happened.

"I lost my kids because of you." We were sitting on the couch watching some stupidity on the screen when the words came flying out of my mouth seconds before I kicked her off the couch. "Stay down there on the floor like you deserve. Dogs aren't allowed on the furniture."

I took a sip from my beer and ignored her weepy, teary eyes. "If you're going to do that shit, go into the bedroom or the bathroom and close the door. I don't want to hear that shit." She sucked it up and tried to get back on the couch, but I kicked her off again. "I'm not going to tell you again."

She settled herself down on the floor next to the couch and kept her yap shut for once. That night, I was extra nice to her in bed and even cuddled with her a little. While she slept, I stared past her shoulder at the wall.

This is the time when all my thoughts keep me up, and my head is filled with visions of killing Jacob and Rachel. I won't let them get away with doing this. They'd stolen my life, and from what I can see, they were living their best lives.

There were no posts from them, just my family and theirs posting images of them with my kids going all over the place and looking like the picture-perfect American dream while I sat here suffering with this stupid bitch that makes me want to bash her face in each time I look at her.

I made it to the courthouse that day by the skin of my teeth. I thought I had hidden the fact that I had been drinking rather well, but the asshole female judge, who probably had it out for all men, noticed, and I lost the case. I can now only see my kids with supervised visitation.

I yelled obscenities at the newlyweds and tried to kick that bitch in her crotch, but Jake got in the way and punched me in the face. I wanted him arrested, but the lying ass deputy claimed it was self-defense and then asked Jake if he wanted to press charges.

Things only seemed to go downhill from there. I couldn't stop drinking, and before you knew it, my PTO had run out, and I just never went back to work. I had nothing left to live for, so what was the point?

Wendy still had her job, and as much as she bitched and moaned, she had no choice but to pay the bills and keep me provided with booze. Whenever I caught her mumbling to herself, I'd remind her that this was what she wanted, that she was the one who'd pursued me.

Each day, I just sit and stew over some new thing to do with my ex and my ex best friend. It seems like they were all anyone could talk about these days. She was living it up now, it seems, whereas I'd had her on a tight budget, Jacob seemed to be throwing money at her left and right.

She was always wearing some new designer something or the other whenever she was posted on someone else's social media, usually one of my sisters' or mom's. My former friends were always posting pictures from some get together at their house and talking about how happy the couple was.

The words that stung most were the ones about how Rachel had married up and how they should've been together from the start like I no longer existed. The worst part was that I couldn't say anything to defend myself because of that cease and desist that asshole Jake had against me. The damn thing is like a gag order.

So, I had to sit through days of roasting from my so-called friends and nights of bitching and moaning from this stupid bitch that I could no longer stand. And then the day came when things really went to shit.

It was months later, after the court case and whatever. I hadn't gone on one visitation with the kids because I refused to have to be supervised to see my own blood. Then one day, I was sitting on the couch as usual when my phone did that pinging shit again, and I knew the dynamic duo did some stupid shit that everyone was going ga-ga over.

She was pregnant! Rachel was pregnant. But that's not all. She was having twins, a boy and a girl. I sat on the news for a while, not feeling anything but numb. She can't do this to me, that bitch.

I made a mess in the kitchen, breaking dishes and anything else I could get my hands on that day. Wendy came home fuming so I guess she heard the news as well because no one gets as mad as I do over those two but her. We're together in our hate and disdain for those two.

I'd been taking it easy on thumping her these days because she's been keeping her mouth shut and her ass out of my way, but today I was feeling mean. "Look at this dump. Rachel kept a better house than you. You're a fucking pig."

"Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, I'm tired of hearing that bitch's name. Since you like her so much, why don't you go back to her, huh? Oh, you can't because she's married to your best friend and having his babies."

I saw red and charged her, knocking her down to the floor before kicking her in the ribs until she stopped talking shit. I left her there and went for a drive. I needed to cool off and let my head settle down.

I knew I was on a downward spiral; I could feel it happening, but there didn't seem to be any way to stop. Every little thing sets me off these days, and it all stems from my worry that Rachel and Jacob had something going on when she and I were married.

No one wanted to believe me, but I was the only one who knew he'd wanted her since the beginning. When I try to bring it up now, even with my family, they all scoff and call me jealous and entitled. My own little sister hates me because I cheated and had orchestrated that whole night at my house, which she admitted to.

I hate them all at this point and want nothing to do with them since they'd chosen their side. And everything leads back to that bitch Wendy. If not for her, my life would not have gone off the rails.

Less than a year later, I was broke, unemployed, and had gained about fifteen pounds all in my gut. I know that one is planning to leave, but I've got a surprise in store for her.

HOMEWRECKING SKANK

I looked at him on the couch as I passed him his dinner, which he was no doubt going to complain about. I'd bought the ingredients with my own money since he had none and taken my time to make it, but he was never grateful.

I can't help looking at him with contempt these days. He'd destroyed my life… "Bitch what are you looking at?" I didn't realize that I was standing there glaring at him this whole time. I turned to walk back to the kitchen to eat alone because even the way he chews gets on my nerves these days, the pig.

"I know what's on your mind, but before you make any grand plans, I think you should know that I know you've been stealing from your clients. I have all the proof." That stopped me in my tracks, and I turned to look at him in shock.

He wasn't even looking at me; he just picked up the piece of chicken off his place with his fingers and bit into it. "What the fuck am I eating? Is this rubber? Here, make me something that resembles food." He threw the plate, sending food flying all over the place.

I got down on my hands and knees and cleaned it up with tears running down my face. "You thought I wouldn't know you bitch?" He lifted my chin, and I refused to look into his eyes. "I know you like the palm of my hand. You try leaving or anything stupid, and I'll go to the Feds with what I've got."

"From now on, you can work and pay all the bills."

"And what are you going to be doing?" I'm so tired of this shit.

"What's it to you? Now order me something from the store for dinner. I'm tired of your tasteless gruel."

I know he was only acting like this because that bitch was pregnant. If I could only get pregnant, things would get better, I'm sure of it. But it's been months, and I still haven't gotten there yet.

I haven't seen her in months since she got married. Even though they're not that far away, they might as well be on the moon because of the high walls and security gates around their place.

Little Kevin had been enrolled in a private school, which Doug and I knew nothing about because he had pretty much lost custody by now, and Rachel and her new husband weren't sharing any information with us.

She'd gone on with her life as if we never existed. No wonder she was so graceful after the affair came to light. No doubt a bitch like her had always had Jacob waiting in the wings as her backup plan.

I'd sent him that message right after the wedding when I was too pissed to breathe, but he'd blocked me without answering. Now, I have to way of getting to them or the kids.

I feel like I'm on a runaway train that is headed for a cliff at full speed. Nothing has turned out the way I expected. I've known people on second marriages who had done well for themselves even after having affairs. Unless those people were putting up a front, I had made a misstep somewhere.

Doug was a high earner when we met; now we're living off of my income, which was less than half what his was or used to be, I should say, since the bum isn't working.

All he does is sit and drink all day, and I'm too ashamed to say or do anything because all my friends think that I'm living this great life since I bagged him. Things would've been good, too, if I had kept the upper hand.

But now he has something on me that could put me away for a very long time, not to mention the fact that he's holding onto my passport, my ID, and my birth certificate along with my social security card. The bastard had pretended to need them to get a marriage license.

I was surprised days later when he did, in fact, produce one, and we went down to the courthouse to get married. Instead of a honeymoon we'd gone back to the house where he'd made me open a joint account and transfer all of my money into it.

I feel trapped, alone and isolated. He wouldn't let me see my friends, and I couldn't talk to anyone for more than five minutes at certain times of the night. He monitors my phone even when I'm at work, so there's no escaping him. Even my texts are read by him, and if one of my friends says something he doesn't like, he goes ahead and blocks them.

My family had turned their backs on me long ago, ever since the affair, in fact, so there was no help from that quarter, and none of his friends or family would give me the time of day.

There was a time when I wanted him all to myself when I'd gone out of my way to make it happen. Now, I can't even stand to be in the same room as him.