Another Really Really Slimy Story

RING AROUND THE SLIME

-anon

My husband has left a wound so deep, I wonder if I'll ever trust a man again. I was married for ten years, 11 months when I finally left - almost nine years ago and I haven't had more than a couple of dates since then. (Trust me, I'm considered very above average in the looks and personality department, however, the majority of friends and family will not set me up or introduce me to prospective partners because THEY feel no one could measure up to ME, plus I'm considered a pretty good catch - good job & income, no children, my own house, car, etc., VERY independent, but still quite lonely.)MUCH LIKE MYSELF! My ex & I traveled extensively throughout the US following the NASCAR racing circuit, visiting tracks, attending races, auctions, etc. He always dreamed of going to the Richard Petty Racing School at Charlotte Motor Speedway, so for our 10th Wedding Anniversary I secretly planned, paid for and got him a gift certificate for the one day course (still a costly $1500 US).NICE. Understand that when we were first engaged, I picked out my own engagement & wedding ring and choose a small (petite) diamond set, knowing it was all we could afford. For two years prior to our 10th, I started hinting about the tenth Wedding Anniversary diamond band that they always advertised. I walked past jewellery shops and commented on the styles and designs. I paid for our contribution to the group lottery at our place of work (yea, we worked in the same building) and always joked with co-workers that he had to save his money for my ring, in his presence. HMMM, I WONDER IF HE WAS GETTING THE HINT! So, there we where. Fancy restaurant, my nice card with the gift certificate, and he literally didn't have a THING. No card, no ring, no intention of even getting a ring. That night was the second time in my marriage that I cried. The first time was when my dog died. When I woke up the next day (being a Saturday) he wasn't home. When he returned, he THREW a jewellery bag across the room at me and said "HERE'S YOUR F----ING!!! RING, I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY NOW'. WHAT A DICK. YES I SAID DICK! My marriage was over in that moment, not to mention he used my credit card to buy the ring. Eleven months later, I finally left. He never understood how selfish and slimy that was. He tried to fix things, but the damage was done, it was far too late. He hurt me more than I could ever forgive. If there was ever a slimy guy - HE'S THE ONE!!

The SLIME THAT MEN DO