The Bondage Bed

Oh, you know from the title that this is going to be a good one. 

Sometime ago, very shortly after the initial discovery, my daughter in law discovered the ManPig's profile on a hook-up type dating site.  "Just looking for great and casual sex."  Whoa, and I mean whoa.  How do you process that kind of information when you see it there on your computer screen?  It got worse when I thought to input his screen name into Google.  The sites just kept popping up over and over.  If you have a strong stomach, (or proclivities towards such things) type,  marco_polo_malta  into your search engine.  After you have seen a few of his posts, ask yourself if this sounds like a guy with a wife and couple of kids, running a small business.  Or does it sound like a lying cheater whose so full of himself he will never know right from wrong?

After some time of tracking and saving screenshots of his various activities online, I decided to create a fake profile of my own.  Just 3 or 4 lines of text.  No photos of any kind.  Chum in the water.  Well, it didn't take long before that particular fish came sniffing around.  He sent 'her' several messages looking to connect.  'She' wrote back.  Take the bait.  He followed suit.  Set the hook.  Reel him in.  He wrote about his sexual prowess, and that of his bi-sexual 'partner'.  He/they were looking for another woman to join them in bed.  (Something he had wanted me to do when I discovered the affair, but rejected outright.)   I was building information for the eventual court case against him.

Until the bondage bed.

That's what I call it.  He sent photographs to 'her' showing black leather, studded straps which had been fastened or bolted to the bed.  My bed.  The bed he had bought me as a surprise one year while I was away visiting my father before he died.  My pretty white bed is plainly visible in the picture.  He goes on to explain to 'her' how the straps were used and that they "gave a great feel", and are adjustable for the height of the person being restrained.

I was almost physically sick.  It was just too much.  Who is this person to whom I've given the last 22 years of my life?  All of a sudden I felt as if I had been married to a stranger for two decades.  But just like all the rest of the information I had gathered I had to just file it away and try to not let it bother me.  I didn't want to dig any deeper.  I was hoping I had enough information for the lawyer to use in court.  And then he did something stupid.  (I know what you're thinking- how does it get any more stupid?)

In the course of fighting my application for maintenance for myself and my son, he stipulated to the affairs in a declaration to the court.  In writing.  Game, set, match.  Nothing left to prove.  No more need of the fake profile I'd created and all the information I'd accumulated.  And so today, while speaking to him in a very rare phone call, I got so mad I told him that 'she' was me.  And he laughed.  Just laughed right at me.  He said he knew it was me, and that he was just playing me.  True or not, I really don't know.  Certainly he could not have known for very long, if at all, else why send the photographs of the bed?

Is he deranged?  Some kind of psychopath?  Just a mean, sick bastard?

Or once again, just a liar.  About my bed.

Terms of Endearment.

I honestly wish he was dead.  Truly.  From the bottom of my heart.  It would have been so much easier to deal with than the relentless loads of rubbish he continues to shovel my way.

Here are just some of he texts off my phone.  Both before I changed my number and after he stole the new number from my son's phone.  And just in case you may have forgotten, MP is the ManPig, and TDR is The Dirty Rag.



"Return the van or I'll file a report for theft...."

"Meet with us. (him and his tart) Talk.  What is so hard about that. Come back home and talk."

"Come back home." (The home he moved his mistress into while I was visiting a friend.)

"What happened to bring us here?  .....  Want to come home for a coffee and breakfast??" (with him and the tart)

"...Get over your jealousy already and move back in."  (with him and TDR)

"I'm coming down there and you can return them (paperwork) to me or I'll file with the police."

"I'm going to the police to file charges for theft unless you return my files."

"I didn't call you because I didn't know  what to do you moron...."

"I'm taking him (our son) to the psych ward."

"Piss off."

"What I have done????WHO left???? Fuck off."

"He needs help. Chasing him is counterproductive."  (After not going to find the runaway son he had just yanked out of the 72 hour hold he himself had put the boy into.  Why?  Because the Dr. wouldn't allow TDR visitation priviledges.)

"Fuck you...."

"***** (my name) you need to relax, get laid, and start enjoying your life which is ALL yours now."

"Fuck off you horrible bitch....."

"Go get yourself laid,..."

"You're delusional."

"You're mentally unstable."

"Go get laid."

"***** (TDR) has nice large tits and ***** (our son) surprised us up on the bedroom balcony.  Got a problem with nature??? Lolol"  (Aparently this was funny.)

"Pleeeeeeease go get laid so you can be a human being again."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck off."

"If you speak to ***** (the landlord) or file any complaint I'll charge you with criminal libel."

"Fuck off.  You don'tmake the rules."

"None of your business.  Fuck off and stop harassing me."

"Insulting???  Yeah right.  Fuck off."

"Fuck off."

"Please stop being such a horrible bitch.  Please have dinner with ***** (TDR) and I."

"Fuck off."

"Fuck you."

"Fred is dead."  (my cat.  and no, he wasn't)

"...you horrible bitch."

"Fuck off.  There's nothing to give you.  neither myself nor my lawyer believe your BS."  (after I informed him that the magistrate had decreed he pay maintenance.  I'm sure he's trying to avoid being served.)



It seems the MP has a new found fondness for the F-word.  Both in word and deed. 

I posted all these lovely sentiments today because my dear D.I.L.has downloaded a "Block SMS" app onto my phone and now I never have to hear from him again.  Why couldn't I have found such a thing sooner?!