ShaniFaye

can you beat my interesting nite last nite? (yes this is long...sorry bout that, I just really need to tell this story)

So ok....a little background for those of you that dont know details I've told in the past

Married in 1990, hubby and I seperated in 1999--we had a house, a business, mega financial debt, and a great child. We agreed that until and unless we found a S/O that we wanted to commit to there was no reason to get a divorce as we were still best friends..we had just grown apart in our marriage. We both dated...he met a girl in 2000 that he's been with since....I met Dave September of 2003. Now we all live together in the same house, its cheaper for everybody involved and things like this only happen about once every 2 months....divorce is being filed for because Dave and I are getting married...no problems on that front at all...the problem is with soon to be ex hubbys g/f...who is a crack whore...and thats putting it nicely. I could go on forever on what she has stolen from the house, from me, from Dave....the amount of money and forged checks could pay my mortgage for a few months.

Cops have been called in the past...the woman has been caught by the cops with a hot crack pipe and let go, got caught shoplifting at walmart, or rather got caught with receipts she'd found..gone and picked up those items in the store and then tried to "return" them for the cash. She got put on probation but it was never enforced and the charges were dropped a year later. She has 3 kids that were taken away from her because DFACS was called when she left them alone (they were between the ages of 2-10) in a crack hotel...but damn it "she loves her kids" yeah right. These are only a few examples of the last 1 1/2 years. I am convinced that this woman has sold her soul to the devil, its the only thing that can explain everything she has gotten away with.

I said she lived in my house....thats not exactly right....its more of a hotel for her, a place she can come and shower and leave cigarette burns on the counters and tub and grace us by allowing us to see her concentration camp physique cause she thinks she's so hot that we are just dying to see all the infected sores on her naked body as she goes from the bathroom to a bedroom. Oh and a place that she used to use as her personal supply of things to take to a pawn shop, until we started locking everything up.

now to get to the reason for my post....

She and hubby had a major falling out over the last two days about her lack of respect of the house rules and her whoring for her crack money and the 200 dollars of "santa" money that disappeared when him and her were the only ones in the house. Normally I stay out of their arguments....Dave and I have both told him she was allowing the lucky men of norcross to pay her for her oozing talents but he has some "thing" in his head that he's gonna get her off of it and turn her back into the person she was 3 years ago before she was tied down and crackpipe was superglued to her lips (metaphorically speaking). Anyway...

Im sitting at home alone yesterday afternoon around 5:30...he's gone to get something to eat, Dave is working overtime and hasnt gotten home yet, so I'm online chatting with friends....posting on my board....reading TFP and watching the last Karate Kid movie...just generally enjoying the quite of the house, when out on the the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from my couch to see what was the matter.....

A car had come racing down my gravel driveway...locking up the brakes so it skidded the whole 75 feet, missing my car by 1 inch (yes I measured). I hear banging on the back door (which leads into my laundry room). I get up walk to the laundry room to find a man I've never before seen in my life hollering for soon to be ex hubby to get his ass out there so that he can kick it for him. Shocked would not be a word that adequately describes how I was...but it will suffice. I back him out of the laundry room, outside to the driveway where I am confronted by another concentration camp hottie where they inform me, and the entire neighborhood they are looking for "the fucking whore bitch" and my soon to be ex.

I, with more politeness than Jesus would have had, ask them if they see his vehicle there? When they say no I explain that it must mean HE'S NOT FUCKING HERE and ask them to leave. They proceed to regale me with the fact that Miss AmericaCrackWhore has stolen money from them and that ex to be called them making terrorist threats, and they expected me to care. Meanwhile Osama Bin Steve calls to ask if I want anything from the store where I proceed to hold the phone out for him to hear the converstation going on. He says he'll call the cops and be right home and tell me where he has put the gun.

So me, the lady, as evidenced by 1st runner up crackwhore yelling it in my face, is standing there, still quietly asking them to keep it down and that I have no interest in what they are saying as none of it concerns me, but that it does concern me that they are making a specticale of themselves.

The cops finally show up with Osama Bin Steve behind them but he doesnt pull up to the house. He leaves it to me to deal with Gwinnett County's finest and tell them how these nice people accidentally found themselves in the laundry room of a woman they've never seen. I explain to the cops, he goes to talk to the man, who says he has voice recordings of Osama Bin Steve making terroristic threats against him (which turns out to mainly be him saying he was going to "get him" because he wouldnt tell Steve where the crackwhore was with the money she'd stolen).

By this time its dark....and its cold....I ask if they are done with me and can I go in the house...nope Im not allowed...so I ask if I can put on a coat...Sure Ma'am but you have to let us search it first. Now, while I DO understand that they want to make sure I have no WMD in my pockets it still pissed me off since Im not the one that was doing anything wrong.

1st runner up is still trying to get in my face while the cops are dealing with that guy and soon to be ex, telling me that Im a sick woman for letting Miss ACW in my house and that I dont understand what its like to have things stolen by her. Mother Theresa would have been proud of my patience as I explained to her that #1 if she hadnt been a "sick woman" and let Miss ACW in her house nothing would have been stolen and #2 That Miss ACW had stolen more from me than the good lord would ever see fit to let her own.

In the end the cops gave me a criminal trespass warrant on them and ordered them off the property and 1st runner up drove away with her escort (you'd think it was midnite cause their lovely vehicle turned into a pumpkin that took 3 times to start to be able to leave). When they are all gone and I can finally not be putting up a brave front I start crying and ask Osama Steve if he has Jerry Springers phone number.

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I want the diabetic plan that comes with rollover carbs. I dont like the unused one expiring at midnite!!