Iron Rule of Tomassi #7

It is always time and effort better spent developing new, fresh, prospective women than it will ever be in attempting to reconstruct a failed relationship. Never root through the trash once the garbage has been dragged to the curb. You get messy, your neighbors see you do it, and what you thought was worth digging for is never as valuable as you thought it was.

My wife of 5 years, to whom I have a 3 years daughter with, had dubious behaviors, my relationship was shit for the last 3 years, I had a dead bedroom. I left home, and was waiting for her to sign the divorce. It took her 2 months to sign it, but she didn't ask me to come back. In the meantime I've fucked a lot of girls and was living a divorced life, happy as fuck. I am now 15% body fat, happy, full of friends and girls.

So she called me. She signed the amicable divorce in front of me. Then she jumped on me in the same night; I've fucked her in the ass and cummed in her mouth; she said she loved me and I didn't said her back. I said that if she still wanted the divorce she could leave the papers on the table tomorrow, that or we could try again. To my surprise she left the papers, so I filled the divorce.

A few days after she texts me saying in a very nasty way that she wants to fuck me again and that she wants to be my mistress, go to a swing house, even if I find another woman she wants to fuck me aside.

I thought that she was going crazy, losing herself. I've called her psychiatrist but when he returned my call I didn't talk to him, I've decided that it was her way of telling me to come back and try to make things right. Punch me in the nuts, I know.

So I fuck her in the ass again and propose for we to try again. It takes some time for her to agree. Yes, punch me in the balls again. I put the divorce on hold.

So we try again. The first weekend together was shit. It reminded me of the reasons why I left her. The sex, however, was amazing.

It comes the following weekend. Friday night we went to a concert, it was awesome. Saturday we stayed at home, it was kinda boring and remembered again why I've left her. But I could see that she was trying to be a nicer woman. I fuck her in the ass and she comes twice.

Sunday me, her and the daughter go have lunch. She uses her smartphone a lot, is protective about it, doesn't drop it. I find her password and check it.

She was texting with a guy behind my back. She sent him my daughter's pic, saying that they had to go in the restaurant I took her: the guy and his kid, her and my daughter. He replies saying that "he was thinking about what happened between them". She said that "she was too", followed by a happy emoji.

Confronted, she said that what they were thinking was "religious compatibility", I shit you not. And she admits that she maybe gave hope for the guy, yes.

I leave and finish the divorce. She acts like she did nothing wrong, she swear she never touched the guy, and is a victim of injustice. But she doesn't call me the next day, she acts like she is right, she ghosts me.

The lesson? As the rule states, Never root through the trash once the garbage has been dragged to the curb. You get messy, your neighbors see you do it, and what you thought was worth digging for is never as valuable as you thought it was.

I didn't hate her before, now I do. Maybe I wasn't cheated by her before, now I know for sure. I didn't feel ingratitude and deception before, now I do. I wasn't a mess before, now I am. And I have a daughter with the bitch, so I can't ghost her. I will have to deal with this.

Gentlemen, follow rule #7. Don't be me.