Alice makes bad decisions when she cannot afford to do so. Literally and metaphorically not afford to.
Now let me not let you forget that Alice is married to her children’s father. Yes, he is across the country and had an affair that is still ongoing that he won’t admit to. He’s not some innocent bystander.
Let me also not fail to mention that Alice is a stay-at-home mom so her income is only what her husband allots her. Enough to cover her steep rent and grocery, gas, etc. She has no “Oh Shit” fund which in this economy is hard to obtain, but should be in place because “Oh Shit”s happen.
Let me also not let you forget that she has 2 kids to feed, clothe, diaper, etc. Granted their father barely calls them, doesn’t ever ask about them when he and Alice have to discuss various matters, I don’t even think he thinks of them all that much and that is terribly sad. That being said let me give you a little scenario of what happened on Halloween before we jump to the rest of the garbage going on with Dipshidiot a.k.a Charles.
Alice is irate because she cannot get money out of Matthew to get Matt a Halloween costume. It’s Halloween when she is bitching about this and mind you she hadn’t asked him previous to this day, at all. He says he doesn’t have the money yet she sees he’s transferred money from their joint to his savings. I’m not on Matthew Sr.’s side on this, but he does give her the majority of his paycheck twice a month. She has some money to last until the next paycheck, but doesn’t want to use it in case Matt needs something tomorrow or the next day that is more important and she doesn’t have it. Understandable. She also has $300.00 dollars that Dipshidiot gave her before his incarceration to use for “her AND the kids” (remember, they are HIS kids, super spidey sperm). She starts barking at me that she is not going to use Dipshidiot’s money for Matt’s costume as “they’re not his kids!”. Those letters fooled me. Am I the only one they fooled? Didn’t think so. Not 20 minutes later she goes to check the mail and receives a letter from her Grandfather (side note: reading his letters to her makes me wish my Grandparents were still alive) with a check. Now she wants to got get Matt a costume.
Fast Forward To Yesterday:
Alice and I are texting back and forth.
Me: What’s the deal on inmate? Why would you ask me to come down and tell me it’s not to watch the kids…?
Alice: I thought you didn’t give 2 shits about inmate. (I did say that)
Me: I do when you feel the need to tell me something about how it’s not to watch the kids when he’s getting bonded out today.
Me: So buck up and tell me what’s going on.
Alice: He isn’t getting out. (I read he IS getting out–oops)
Alice: And nothing they want him in [county violation committed] and dad said no because he doesn’t have a place there.
Me: Then he should have stayed in jail, the terms are the terms. The bondman loses money if inmate fails to appear in court and then the bounty hunter comes in and all the real fun stuff happens. (I know I’m a little shit)
Alice: He’s staying in jail…
Me: Well that’s settled. Still, why did you need to tell me it’s not to watch the kids?
Alice: Because I had told you he was getting out and didn’t want you to think I was using you when I asked you to come down.
[insert a bunch of back and forth text of me giving her shit for the choice she is making to be with this lunatic]
Me: I don’t believe in ultimatums. I think it’s unfair to make a person choose one person over the other. It’s much easier to walk away from the person you want to give an ultimatum to. In saying that, I expect and appreciate honesty and so that’s what I give and I want you to fully understand that once he’s in [moved in because I know she is going to do that], I am out [of her life]. I want to be honest with you so you aren’t surprised when this happens. I’m not threatening you, I am just stating a fact. As you make your decision, I make mine. I love you and maybe the better thing would be not to leave you hanging, but I am done picking up the pieces. It took a lot out of me the first time with Matthew. I will not do it when it’s something you willingly walked into.
I went down to her place where she wanted to watch the Twilight movies. I went along with it because she’s going to treat me to sushi for dinner. While she was dicking around with her laptop that we use as a DVD player I saw Dipshidiot’s phone just casually chilling on the arm of the couch. Well, I had some time to kill, why not? I picked it up and unlocked it and she had been in his in-box. She looks at me, “What are you doing?” I in turn replied, “Doing as I do best — being a snoop.” Her attention goes back to the laptop.
I am scrolling through the messages and realizing not only did he have a Match.com account, but a Chemistry, Plenty of Fish, and the habit of perusing the Craigslist personal ads.
Alice and Dipshidiot first met August 31st, but had been talking on the phone and emailing back and forth previous to that. Not long after their first date did they start professing their “love”. I don’t say love in quotations to my benefit, I say it because what they are in is not love and this being a fact not an opinion and especially not on his side of it. Since not only was he saying to Wendy everything he was saying to Alice, in his email he has correspondence with a myriad of other girls who all seem to have one thing in common — low self esteem.
I was a tad sick of all the messages that Alice blatantly ignores, she is not dumb as she is just foolish. I go into his text messages because I know she communicates with 2 people through them, his dad and his friend’s wife. I don’t know why Dipshidiot always texted his friend’s wife rather than his friend, seems fishy.
Alice, yesterday, was texting “MissTreasure” (DS’ friend’s wife) that she could pay for them to have a land line as it was required he stay at a place that had one if her were to be released. Then she was texting his dad that she was trying to figure out if she could rent a motel room for her and Dipshidiot to stay at until his court date. I don’t know how she was planning to do that with 2 kids, one being in school, and be in a different county. My main point is that she wanted to pay for things he should pay for himself. He made his bed, fucker needs to lie in it.
Last night I left a little after dinner to go get my workout on and when I get home relatively late, I saw she had put as a Facebook status:
Some people are just better friends [than] others.
Could that be a Facebook Fuck You? Possibly. She only has a handful of friends and the only two constants currently are me and Brian (a guy she also met on match when Dipshidiot was incarcerated. She slept with him, admittedly, 3 times — she really loves Dipshidiot.)
She texted me at 10:42 this morning asking if I’d like to go grocery shopping with her. Nah, she doesn’t use me, not a bit.
I didn’t reply. That’s my silent Fuck You.
Disclaimer: I do not think Alice has ever used a dating site prior to this. I don’t think she knows the difference between a man looking for a relationship and a predator. She made a huge mistake of telling Dipshidiot from the get go her personal life and details. She doesn’t realize that his story mirrored hers just like any predator would have done. She was cheated on by her husband and willingly gives him all the assorted details. Without having even met her yet, he knows she has 2 children. He was cheated on by his wife and though he was living with her somehow never picked it up that it was going on for 2 years and with his best friend. He claims, on his birthday, he walked into the 2 of them in bed. He claims he beat the living shit out of his best friend to where he has to pay 63,000 in medical bills. I know for fact if you beat someone up to an inch of their life, it’s at least a few years in Prison, not a couple months in Jail. He claims they are getting married in September. All lies. The only record he has is domestic violence against his wife (not ex-wife, current), trespassing onto her property, and violation of restraining order. Be more careful if finding someone to be with from Online. Don’t be an Alice.