MEMOIRS OF A SINGAPORE AUNTIE 新阿姨传记
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The husband and I decided to drive in to Johor a day after our our holiday since we were both clearing our leave days and the kid is in school.
Our bodies were sore from four plane rides from the holiday and we decided to go for a full body massage.
Yes, massage. Very sensitive activity.
I allowed him to go for massages with me. A friend told me limit it to only male masseuse for him but I did not go to such extent. I am sure he knows boundaries by now.
After all, what could go wrong when he is with me right?
While I was footing the bill, his masseuse asked for his contact. WeChat or WhatsApp, she asked. He exchanged WhatsApp with her in front of me.
I glared at him and asked him what the fuck was he doing.
He said she is good. Exchanged contact so I can ask for her and massage for me next time.
NO THANK YOU.
First, there is no need to because they all have serial number. Just quote their number and the counter will arrange. I have always booked appointments this way with the outlet.
Second, he could tell her to exchange with his wife. Stupid piece of shit.
Third, he should know in no circumstances he can exchange contact with another female because he is an offender and he has not been forgiven.
My growling belly was full from anger.
My fist did not feel any pain when I hit it against the window several times.
I screamed at him.
After we reached home, I tried throwing him out again. I threw all his clothes down the rubbish chute in an attempt to make him leave.
He kneeled and begged and even said he will jump to prove his innocence. I told him if jumping solves the issue he should but please don’t affect the real estate price by dying here.
I kneeled and begged him back to leave me.
I even took a knife and threatened to slash him. Then I told him I’ll kill the kid if he doesn’t leave.
I told him I was well until he made me a mad woman. I was well aware of my mental state but I didn’t want to check myself into the mental hospital because I should not be only one feeling miserable and paying for his actions.
I called and managed to talk to a friend and I ended up bursting into tears.
Nearly two years after finding out about his infidelity and after a nice long holiday, I thought it is time for me to put it behind me.
His actions shows he is still a piece of shit and will remain one. I cannot live the next 30 years of my life in shit.
This is me. Triggered.
