And soo.... the saga lives on. Tons of stuff has happened since my last posting. I'll start of with Dee and her estranged spouse.

Dee found a letter in the computer from his non-existant girl friend, Erica. When Dee came back from my house she found the same chick's number on her caller ID. She called the girl and the girl swore that she had only dated him a few times. These must have been the times when he spent hundreds of dollars on dinner and flowers and stuffed animals that Dee found on their bank statement. Anyway, the letter stated that the girl was in love with him and that no matter how much they had to defend their relationship, that she would always love him. Come to find out, the chick has a boyfriend, she's a 20 year old recruite who Dee's husband has signed up for the military and she's from a very Christian family that won't take too kindly to her breaking up a marriage.

So, Dee, with all this knowledge confronts her hubby and he confesses that he's been seeing her. He's in love with her and wants to be with her. That's why he wants the divorce. He was an ass-hole to her because he can be. Not because she has done anything, just to make it look like they weren't getting along so that he could have an unsuspecting reason to get a divorce. That pissed me off. I've had my sister crying in my house for weeks because she couldn't understand what she did wrong, when he and his little fucking floozie are running around having an affair and making her feel like shit at 8 months preg. Oh, hell no!!!

So I told Dee to send me the letter and the chicks number. My co-worker and I called her and left her a little message about how you shouldn't fuck a married guy with three kids and expect not to be judged and that if she had any common sense that she would dump his ass because this isn't the first time that he's done this and if she thinks that he's not going to cheat on her then she needs to talk to Dee since he was married before he met her! Then we told her that the next time she decides to have an affair that she had better think twice before sending him an email via the address that his wife has access to. We told her to grow up and stop writing like a five year old and to welcome to the real world if she thinks she can upset my family and live a non-disturbed life. (*** I should note here that I have no intention of making the girl's life miserable. Dee's husband would do that. I just wanted to give her a wake up call to realize that she wasn't the only person involved, no matter how fun the sneaking around is).

So Erica called up the asshole, crying that we left her a mean message. He called Dee and then wanted to know who did it. She told him it was me and I told her that if he had a problem with it to give me a call, because I had a few choice things to say to him. He didn't call. Why would he...why stand up for the woman you "love" and defend this awesome relationship.

Now, Dee has all this info to hang him by the balls, and she lets him sweet talk her in to doing nothing. Sheesh... women are idiots when it comes to men they love.

Speaking of idiots.... the donor and I went to the swingers party this weekend. Me in all my pregnant glory and he in his morose frame of mind. He made me cry on the way up, bitching, yet again, about the baby and the changes that we will have to make and how he doesn't want this and blah, blah, blah. The subject of adoption came up again and we argued... like always. I can't understand the desire to give up a child. No matter how hard it will be on you. Sacrifices can be made. Life can be shaken up. That's what makes life interesting. Hell, if he continues on his path the way he wants he will end up dead in 10 years. Dead from boredom.

As for the party. I had a good time. I love to go for the social aspect. I wasn't feeling pretty sexual, so I just hung out and socialized for a while. Mr. Winky made his rounds in a haze of whisky and kahlua( not mixed). It made him pretty relaxed, so it was a pleasant evening, all-in-all. You can check his blog to see how he felt about the evening. By 1 we were in bed and scrumped, then I went back out for a last round. I was back in the room at 2ish and my friend Anne and Sam invited me over for a 3some... I declined as I was swelling again and the baby was sitting on my bladder. Needless to say, I was not in the mood for sex. Oddly enough!!! I think I'm over my sexual frustration phase.