I discover Peter Kent is a liar and a cheat.
I was disappointed to discover that Peter Kent is still actively searching for that, bigger better deal. We had driven to Ormand Beach Friday night and spent Saturday looking at houses he built in Holly Hill, Ormand Beach and we met Jim (Uncle Jimmy) and Naboku Walls and had lunch with them at the inlet. I was feeling so in love with him and awestruck by the quality of the work in the houses he built and how people remembered and liked him.
We got home late on Saturday and both of us went to check our email. Thinking lovingly of him, I looked up in the mirror that faces my desk to see his reflection, just to savor the moment, and noticed on his screen was Love@aol.com or Match.com as we know it. It has a bold, ugly, unmistakable look to it, that was far too familiar for me to ignore.
He was reading a woman’s profile and I surmised that she had contacted him and he was just curious. Earlier in the day, I had asked how upset he would be if I asked him to sign a prenuptial agreement and he said he would hate it, that he hated the very thought of it and didn’t want to even think about it. He went on further to say, he would do what ever I asked, so I dropped it. I have to protect the cats and my family, not so much from him as from anyone who could lay claim through him, but to say that only insults his family and his ability to stay out of trouble, so I kept the words to myself.
I lay in bed, from 2:00 am on, unable to sleep, wondering why Peter Kent, who claims to be so happy, would still be showing his profile. It only took one click to hide mine from the world, which I had done on November 20. I decided not to make myself sick over it and just read the letter he responded to her with. There was none, but he kept her address as new, as if to revisit it later. In looking for this, I found other similar letters from women to Peter Kent and his responses.
What I read, kept me up the rest of the night, thinking I should take him to some very exotic, foreign country and abandon him there. By the time he could get back I would have his stuff packed into his storage shed and my locks and numbers changed. The day after his birthday, when I was so good to him and gave him 1000.00 and more, he had responded to a woman’s inquiry with photos of himself and said that he had to be careful in responding to people because of the sensitive nature of his life.
I would like to think that he just needs a lot of reassurance that he is still handsome and desirable, but I am sick. My stomach feels hollow and my heart aches. I hate this feeling. Even worse, is the fact that I no longer trust him. I had enjoyed feeling love and trust in our relationship and that can’t be resurrected after such carelessness for my feelings. I am deeply saddened.
I've been writing my story since I was able to write, but when the media goes to share it, they only choose the parts that fit their idea of what will generate views. If I'm going to share my story, it should be the whole story. The titles are the dates things happened. If you have any interest in who I really am please start at the beginning of this playlist: http://savethecats.org/
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