"Heav'n has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorn'd" 1697 Congreve

"We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a dissapointed woman--scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang." 1696 Cibber

How dumb does he think I am? Probably wants me to lose my mind I can only assume. That's why we are here, making a list. Perhaps he is doing a split personality thing, compartmentallizing that totally different personality. Is it an elaborate game--that chills my bones. First one is a pieces of stuff to be used and dragged through the mud over & over, then a toy to be dallied & played with. It rained hard, now its getting dark. "Too dark to see" as one his many befuddled heroes would say. Thank goodness we still retain the bundle that should not be seen by Peter's eyes. The guilt is causing him to write long letters full of typos & misspellings, pledging sums of money--of course, only for things he approves of.
May 21. Ohhhhh so angry I could spit venom-filled venom of "You b------!" at him, he all nervous & happy because one of THEM just wrote. For a while ther was hope there of a You show me yours & I'll show you mine kind of deal, but now it's back to loose wires & delusions.
Felt a little better yesterday as I managed to get pretty much all the evidence xeroxed & all.
Why even eat? it all seems so pointless.
Going on and on for the past what? 16 years? or more with safe ones that are already married. James Churchilll was so perceptive.
Now jumping around like a kid about to get a bag of jelly beans trying to find a way to reply to these who've just writ...squirming. He destroyed all the pickup dates of the incriminating mails. all this time...all this time... all this time.... Want to make sure I spend every dime he has just out of blind rage.
And on and on...while I am slaving to get international Data formulated typed up so that he may present it wich I have almost memorized by now he is on the other side of the room pounding away over shared confessions with the slew of panty-pals.
There is no tree tall enough....

May 17, 2002 keeping this acitve.
MAy 18, 2002 orange peel-less am dragging feet. (keeping the fury alive? doesnt sound too healthy, eh?)