Takes around 3 months for the really bad stuff to show up, so I waited to do my panel. I really splurged on this one. It was called “STD Panel, Comprehensive.” I guess I should thank my STBX for helping me to really get my money’s worth on a panel. Yep, last one. My last bandaid of stupidity.
So many nasty recollections were assaulting me while I was waiting for my turn to fill up a few vials. I guess my thoughts are working overtime to make sure I stay mad enough to fuel me forward. To stay the divorce course.
Recalling some of the emails definitely do the trick. I remember reading one where he actually emailed a prostitute named Leanne fishing for performance approval. Apparently, he had missed a gang bang party and contacted Jason the event “coordinator” to see if he could arrange a make up session. Afterwards he emailed Leanne to let her know that she was everything that she was billed to be. He complimented her smokin’ hot body and was hoping that she enjoyed the skillful encounter (I guess his) as much as he did. Looking for performance feedback from a hooker? Would that be one in a million or one of a million? I was amused at her lack of interest in discussing his performance. Her response was brief. Please contact Jason directly from here on out.
There were some glory hole events along the way too. Yes, I am staying the course.
My results will be back in 3 days. I hope I don’t have one more reason to spike kick his balls. The tech wished me a happy birthday on my way out. I decided to think about something else instead of letting my thoughts think about me.