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So good morning people of Read-it. You will not believe this. I woke up to several missed calls, voice mails and some text messages from COW.

Yes, you guessed it, the text messages were syrupy sweetness and apologies, even some fake tears down the phone but the voice mails… wow… she let me have it with both barrels. Snarling and spitting as she told me I would NEVER marry HER baby.

I was surprised and can only assume she thinks that once a message is listened to, it disappears or something. I do remember Jack complaining about how tech stupid she is and he had to set her phone to delete old messages or the memory simply fills up. Can she really think all phones do this?

So anyway, clearly she thinks she is clever with written sugar and spoken vinegar. So I simply saved all the voice messages into a folder so I don't lose them and sent them all to my cloud. I now have proof and I will see what she does next. Thanks for that advice, I will document everything from now onw.

I have been going about this all wrong.

I do not have to battle her. I simply need to get Jack on my side.

Right?

Anyway, I am off to work.

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UPDATE ONE

So Jack came into work and made a bee-line for me. We went to my place nearby to talk. Apparently COW has told him I am not speaking to her and I made a show of being confused and opened the chat to show I thanked her sweetly back, then smiling and showing him her fake arsed sweetness as I exclaim that it's nice to see her thawing a bit after the way she told me to leave her house.

Cue confusion.

"You know, when I said I am leaving… it was because she had come into the kitchen and told me I do not belong there? It was a family apartment and I was not family?" I asked with the widest eyes I could muster. I sort of wanted to clutch at imaginary pearls too but found a way not to.

Well… Jack was confused as he had 'missed' that and now I mention it…. He did see her follow me to the kitchen. Cue the 'you misunderstood' comments that usually make me roll my eyes but I have decided that if I am going down this path, I will go all the way.

"Of course Cariad, that must be it" I gushed and sent her a text in front of him thanking her for her affection.

People… we had sex on my kitchen table. Sturdy old wooden thing creaked a bit but held firm and I don't know how I will ever be able to eat off it again without thinking of that man…. Wow. Me. Having sex on the kitchen table. Shocking. I don't like doing spontaneous things and I don't like sex outside the bedroom but it seemed the right time and place and… it was amazing.

Then my phone rang and I answered it on speakerphone, still half dazed and spent.

Oh wow. You should have seen my beloved's face as his mother shrieked at me her usual vitriol of thought…oh god. His dick shriveled so much that I don't know if there will EVER be sex on that table again. He stood looking down at my phone as she told me all the ways she found me insulting, the horrible vile things she had about me and the way I disrespected her by not dying.

"Mummy?" Jack said in a small voice like a child "What are you doing?"

Silence.

Oh god, I tell you... I thought my head was going to explode. Oh god… I could feel the rush of blood like a tidal wave as he stood there, still holding my thighs, staring at that phone.

"Darling?"

I watched his face and finally… finally felt some relief as he started to rant at her. He snatched the phone and hung up, then cuddled me like I had been physically attacked. It felt nice.

Of course it was short-lived, her neighbor who must be on sped dial rang Jack to tell him his mother had been rushed to hospital… yep… suspected heart attack.

That old bitch will live forever, I know it.

Still, I got to hold him and kiss him and tell him I would be thinking of her and he had to go. Rush to her and I would stay here so as not to upset her more.

So I am sitting here, a beer in my hand, some soft music playing and a great Chinese takeaway that delivers… thinking of her.

I think this reverse psychology might actually work. The more I let her be nasty and act grateful for it, the worse she gets and Jack is starting to notice.

I just hope I can stand it until she cracks.

I wonder if it will be categorized as a form of Mad Cow Disease if she goes off her head.

Will let you know tomorrow what happens next.

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UPDATE TWO

He just text me to tell me… shock… horror… false alarm.

Gas.

Hahahahahaahhahaahahahaaaaaaaa.

I am on to her. I am. Only I DO have something I can hold over her that she doesn't know and Jack does. I am diabetic, I mostly keep myself regulated with diet and checking my bloods regularly. I know I can dip fast and I have learnt how to spot this happening and stop it before I start to feel faint. Well… I also know I am so good at it I do so without anyone noticing. Including Jack.

Maybe it's time I fight fire with a fucking inferno.

It's Barley Sugars at Dawn COW!