THIS HAPPENED TO ME — NO, REALLY.
My Husband’s Mistress Sold Her Life Story to The Daily Mail
Let’s talk about that.
When I caught my husband on the telephone talking about black panties, I knew my marriage was probably not long for this world.
And then the credit card statements started coming, in their joint names, to our address. There was some cockamamie story about how she was “just a friend” and he was “trying to help her rebuild her credit.”
Uh-huh.
So, like scorned women everywhere have done since the dawn of time, I dragged my divorce out for as long as humanly possible in order to keep my health insurance, and then I stalked both of them for the next 10 years.
I suppose I shouldn’t use her real name. So let’s call her… Larb.
Imagine my surprise and delight when I discovered that, at some point in the recent past, Larb had sold her life story to the Daily Mail, a British tabloid that apparently runs sordid “as told to” narratives for fun and profit.
Her article, which unfortunately no longer exists outside of my hard drive, was entitled:
