Now Ya Know

I've gotten a few e-mails concerning the colorful way I described my X husband in a previous post.
Odd, how folks think they know you after reading but a few lines of text. One "person" suggested that I was a, "castrating bitch, not worthy of a husband". Whoaaaaaaa, Nelly! Let's not ride THAT horse!
It's all good though. Gotta have a few judgemental assholes 'round to keep it even, ya know?
Not that it's anyone's bidness, but I don't mind sharin' SOME things.
Long and the short of it is this; I'm a BIG believer in fidelity.
You wanna dip your quill in multiple ink pots? Fine by me. Have at it! But, hear me now, don't EVER do it if you're married to me. Retaliation will be swift, and just.
"Mr Wonderful" KNEW my vehement ideas surrounding this subject from the very beginning. You know, that early "he'n and she'n dance" stage ya go through while you're trying to convince the other guy that you're pert- near perfect, don't fart, belch, and that your shit, indeed, does NOT stink.
He knew it when we were skating around that slippery pond of "how much will we fuck up our children with that instant, new sibling" idea.
He knew it when he, against my protests, spent an UNGODLY amount of money on a ring, and he knew it when he put said ring on my finger.
That said, it should have been NO surprise to him, that upon returning a day early from a dive trip and finding the maid atop him (I'm purdy sure she wasn't polishing' tha headboard), my skull split, right down the fuckin' middle, fire shot from my eyes, my forked tongue spewed sparks, and I hesitated NOT in finding the best, lesbian, male-hatin' attorney his money could buy.
Lil Toni DON'T play. "Hell hath no fury"...blah, blah, blah.
So, there ya have it. Now ya know.
Think that ring would fetch much on e-bay?
*mutters to self*
"Bet I could trade it for a voice-activated lap-top or two. Hmmm..."