Last chance.

I almost got trapped one last time by your least favorite cheater, Meme.

Once I knew what he was up to, I executed a beautiful plan to show the other woman who he is, and how he will repeatedly bamboozle her. He even told her himself this time.

Could I release all the texts? Yes.

Could I release 7 hours of audio? Yes.

Could I have intercepted his pacing phone calls to her from my front porch? Yes.

Mutually assured destruction isn't my thing, Meme.

She chose to believe what she wants to believe. Hell, I was terrifyingly close to doing the same thing! He is a freakishy good liar for someone who can be such a bimbo.

He actually had me believing she could never compare to me by oversharing her flaws. He always makes me feel like I'm the only woman in the entire world he has eyes for.

After I'm pretty sure he went to fuck her for a few hours after asking me to sell a ring from another man so he could buy me a ring with the money, then came home with jizz on the back of his shirt, I realized he can't give me honesty no matter how much freedom I give him.

I can't marry a liar. I can't marry a man who had the chance to love me and Lily and you, yet he fumbled it all.

I paid for my fence repairs today. I asked if the man who repaired my fence if he would like to do some joint ventures in using pallets to make fences, and we shook hands on considering it. I always kinda liked that scruffy old man.

If she reads this, it is her last chance to realize everything was a lie. It always is with that man. He never came to my house for a reason.