So I let him know that I was onto him.
Slime, my ex husband's slimey brother.
He didn't like it. He emailed me back telling me how hurt he was for not believing his new found interest in his niece was genuine....oh and could I possibly print out this letter (a character reference) for Knobhead to use in court for his impending immigration case.
Erm.... No.
I hate it. His very presence in my life has brought back wave after wave of memories of hubby no 1. No, I wasn't as innocent I make out to people nowadays. Hubby no 1 was never a big bad wolf. Hubby was a 5ft 3in, good looking bloke. He did many things for me. Was it really all for show? I was a cow too. A spoilt brat. I have shameful memories of swiping him in his bollocks in the street during an argument and him writhing on the pavement. I can't remember what the argument was about. I was 17. Almost 12 years ago.
I do feel guilty. I've actually wanted to apologise to him for years. Our daughter looks so much like him that I cant forget him.
I'm in a funny place right now. Slime's cards are on the table and I think I've squashed his ego a little by showing him tht I'm not as thick or as gullible as he'd like to believe. He may well rule his roost by I rule mine. Hubby no 2 knows this and respects this and consults me over everything. Well, almost everything...
I don't know what to do. I haven't seen knobhead for over ten years. I need to withdraw from the world and consider my next action.
