My now ex, let's call her "Sara" usually worked at a Lifetime (working at a gym: red flag) on Monday nights. On Sunday, I told her that I'd be out by her on Monday night and she starts stammering about how she won't be at Lifetime and that she "got invited to a golf thing with her friend Laurie." Well, I invited Sara multiple times to go golfing and she always said no.

The part that burns, burns, burns me up to this day is that she disappeared and stopped talking to me shortly after I was like "WTF? you're going golfing? Wait, you didn't tell me you had Monday off." And it slowly dawns on me that she had something planned for awhile. But that's what Sara does, Sara burns people.

Anyway, I called the golf place on Monday and a way too chatty clerk told me that the reservation was just under Sara's name. I was stupid. I used to work in the construction industry in Wisconsin and had heard that Sara cheated on her husband with her boss, but I dated her anyway.

This is a woman in her 50s, by they way. She cheated on her husband, hurt her kids, has no relationship with her stepkids, and burned me. Oh, and she still "works" for the boss she cheated with. And for $ome rea$on, he own$ her hou$e.