I think you should talk to the other woman. Tell her he is married, (if he still is) tell her about his cheating ways. If nothing else tell her about your affair with him, and maybe she'll get him to leave. Or maybe you could try to find ways to make him very uncomfortable at work.
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I am the same way. I don't answer the door or the phone, and because of this I carry a diagnosis of severe depression, dysthymic disorder and personality disorder, NOS with borderline avoidant, dependent and paranoid features. Do you think I should get a second opinion?
Hi, I was born June 27, 1966, around 1;00p.m in Waterloo Iowa. My boyfriend says he has to "drag" me out of the house. Most of the time it's like pulling teeth. Right now I don't have my OWN place and I hate it. I tend to dwell on the past, which sucks because I've had a lot of bad things happen to me. Starting with a very insecure childhood, which makes my shell rockhard. People tell me that I'm very goodhearted. I have premonitions about bad things that are about to happen, but, I'm powerless to do anything about it. Even if I tried, I run the risk of a trip to a padded cell. I can amaze people by touching their hand and tell them details about their past. I don't know why I have this weird gift or what purpose it's for. When I drink I'm like Jeckle and Hyde. I'm a real a-hole. Lately, I've been a real b**** and I don't know why. The smallest things seem to set me off, and I just get so furious and I can't seem to control it. I can't stand a man who is touchy feelly, or men that cry.
Her's a recent excerpt from my diary. I drank a bottle of Vicks 44, it felt weird to be vertical, and as I layed there I started reminencing (not out loud) about after I graduated, things, people, and places. . . nouns I guess. Brown Printing, Dr. Suess, and how it all or how the hell I ended up where I'm at now. Without my children, without my family, without an education, without a job, without my goodlooks, without a phone, without a car, without a place of my own, broke, fat, living with an unemployed self-proclaimed legend of the embodiment of all seven deadly sins. Particularly sloth in every sense of the word. Thievery to a felonious extent, lacking any form of respect, morals, values, or priorities. But, an over abundance of pride, dignity, self-respect, vanity, pretentiousness, and that other word for love of oneself. Basement dwelling of his senior citizen mother whose making his brand new Suzuki payments. Woman beating coward. And most importantly without so much as a pill, or at the very least a f-ing beer! Then, suddenly remembering that the world is going to end in 2012 anyway. Monday, when waking up dead was not an option.