Here I sit, days after finding out that there was at least one more family this woman destroyed, to wondering how many more there were. Knowing what I previously knew about this person, coupled with this new knowledge, leads me to believe there were probably many more. Many more married men that she preyed upon. I had said before that my husband was the last person on this earth I ever expected to cheat, and hearing those words from another woman tells me the kind of man she was looking for. She was looking for the good ones, the ones that would challenge her, the ones that she could add to her belt as the unconquerable conquered. I imagine she stuck to the married ones to make it easier for her. These men had other committments and wouldn’t be available to her so she could pursue other married men at the same time. Some of you have commented that she is evil or crazy. Maybe it’s all of the above. Here you have a woman sleeping with multiple men at the same time, sending them half-naked pictures of herself, and faking a suicide. Evil or crazy doesn’t seem to quite be the right words. But, what the right word is escapes me at the moment. And top this with a love letter that a teenager might have written and what you have is someone who I’m sure Freud would have loved to have gotten his hands on. Clearly her problems are deep seeded and go beyond anything that is showing up here on the surface. Normal people do not behave this way. Sure, people have affairs, but even then they are with one person. When I gave my husband all of this new information and he was presented with photos and emails, he was quiet. He read it all at least 10 times slower than I read them. It was almost as if he was taking it in, letting the pain seep deep within him. And when he was finished, he sat there…he sat there for a very long time. He did not say much even after that. He mumbled that it hurt. I’m sure it did. He was convinced for some time that she was genuine, that all of my accusations about her were not real. We fought about it constantly. The difference, I had no proof then……and now I had tons with dates, and photographic evidence to back it up. For the first time in three years, I was able to call her out for what she really is, with nary a peep of defense from him. It felt good to call her a manipulative whore. It felt good to say that I had known horrible people in my life, but at least they were up-front about who they were. It felt good to show him a picture that she had sent to another man at the exact same time she was telling him she loved him. It all felt good. But, no matter how good it felt, he was hurt deeply. And I do hurt for him. Nobody wants to feel duped or played, and she played him good, like a fine violin. And in reality she has probably hurt many, many more. And who knows why, maybe just to be hurtful, maybe just to see what she could get away with. I believe the sickest thing of all was that she met the other married man right here where we lived…as if she was mocking my husband…..having sex with another man in his own backyard, again, seeing what she could get away with. But, God works in mysterious ways. And I will be forever grateful to the person who came forward to tell their story to me. I was honestly torn about starting this blog, and I was certainly nervous about posting the address to the “other woman’s” blog…but now I’m incredibly happy that I did. I knew it all along. I feel somewhat vindicated and I definitely feel like I have found a little peace. I knew what she was and who she was, and now I have something to back that up.