Near midnight, I heard the ping sound on my phone indicating a new text message. Was it Jeff or Beverly? Maybe I had left something at their place.<\/p>\n
Then I read the long message:
\n“I didn’t realize you were trying to get with people on some of these websites. All the way back in may and June. Great job u had me completly [sic] fooled I’m glad I know now that all your affairs I finally surfaced and just by reading your email that u had left this marriage years ago. Thanks for breaking my heart and balls for the last few years I appreciate that you are a lair and a cheater, it’s strange that u blame me because of your own guilt. Well I’ll keep reading and see what else you forgot to tell me.”<\/p>\n
Then a minute later as my inbox was full, I received another text:
\n“I don’t want to fight or argue I want to grab some things so at least I can be comfortable sleeping in my car, or can you throw them out the door please”<\/p>\n
At first, I was worried. Would this be a repeat of last year’s incident when a wife<\/a> called me accused me of sleeping with her husband, thinking that I was the other woman? Last year, it had been amusing, but I came to my senses quickly wanting to spare the woman anguish. Then there was the mike fernando incident (meeting someone randomly on the phone) and other various crazy situations.<\/p>\n I immediately googled the number, wondering if I was being tricked. A telemarketer? Probably not. The phone number was very close to mine, so it was likely someone from the East Contra Costa area. I actually thought it was a woman…and thought about how I would respond. So without much hesitation, I called back. Mostly because I didn’t want text messages waking me up all night long.<\/p>\n I heard a voice answer, “Hello?”<\/p>\n Immediately, I was confused. It sounded just like my dad and I was about to say something along those lines. I stuttered for a moment as I tried to find the words to say something…I didn’t want to stay up too long. “Uh well…I just received text messages from this number.”<\/p>\n “Oh…sorry…those meant for my wife. She’s crazy…”<\/p>\n “Oh that’s ok. I hope you were able to send the messages to the right person. I hope you were able to resolve the issues…” I paused for an awkward moment.<\/p>\n “No not really. I have this scar on my head from the keys she threw against me.”<\/p>\n I winced and responded, “I hope things work out.”<\/p>\n “Thanks, good night.”<\/p>\n “You too”<\/p>\n UPDATE AT 12:48 AM<\/p>\n I received another text (all this time I am somewhat angry that my inbox is filling up and hope this guy stops sending my texts) Then another because one is just not enough: I am tempted to respond out of curiosity. I was so tempted to play out the drama and poke my nose where it doesn’t belong. I am curious, so horribly curious. But then I realize how little sleep I have been getting the last few days and don’t want to bother myself with it. So instead, unlike my former immaturity of my early twenties, I resist the temptation and close my phone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Near midnight, I heard the ping sound on my phone indicating a new text message. Was it Jeff or Beverly? Maybe I had left something at their place. Then I read the long message: “I didn’t realize you were trying … Continue reading
\n“Whoever u are i apoligise [sic] for the text u were not supposed to get. I found out my ‘wife’ was and is cheating on me with a 70year old man, and after she beat me in the head with some keys and after i called the cops im the one that gets asked to leave and check out for the night. So she has a total of 3 affairs which were men all over the age of 60yrs old. So thanks for being a nice voice to hear for once today. I again thank u and have a great day in whatever u do tomorrow. Aaron”<\/p>\n
\n“It must have been a money thing”<\/p>\n