It all started last summer. My wife went to West Virginia to visit family. While she was away she looked up a childhood friend Amanda Naylor who she knew lived down there. They started texting. That was fine, it was all good. We went, as a family, to go see her back in July. Still all good. Then my wife goes back down there a couple of days later, and then again almost every other day after that. At the time my wife was unemployed and it was only a two hour drive. Conveniently I was usually at work when these trips happened. Now I’m suspicious. The wife’s excuse is that Amanda is moving to Florida soon and she wants to spend time with her before she goes. The truth was that they were having an affair. When confronted my wife says she’s no longer in love with me, we had been married less than a year. She was planning to leave me and taking our son so she could be with her. Then she changed her mind. She wanted to work things out. All contact was cut off and we tried to repair our fractured marriage. Everything was going well. We got a new place together and life was improving. Then disaster struck. I was making my family dinner one night and a fireball shot out and exploded in my face. My wife and both our children witnessed it, nobody else was harmed. I, however, had deep second and third degree burns covering both my arms and hands and the whole left side of my face and neck. My wife was great. She stayed in the hospital with me, fed me, bathed me, dressed me, comforted me. She was amazing. I fell in love with her all over again. She says it was a huge eye opener for her and how she never wants to live without me. About 2 weeks ago I recovered enough to return to work. I’m still hurt but bills need to be paid, Christmas is right around the corner. A few days ago I come home and there’s an ashtray full of cigarette’s that I don’t smoke. I’m the only smoker in my house. I ask my wife who was here. She says nobody. I know she’s lying but she sticks to her story. A couple of days later there’s a knock on our door, it’s some girl I don’t know that claims to have worked with her in the past and surprise, she smokes the brand of cigarette’s in my ashtray. She knows her lie is busted. I go to work (I work nights) The next day I talk to my 7 year old daughter. I want the truth and I want it now. I got more than I bargained for. Amanda has moved to Cleveland, the wife sees her at the gas station and they pick up where they left off. After she drops me off at work my wife picks her up and brings her to MY HOUSE AND F#*KS HER IN MY BED WITH MY CHILDREN IN THE NEXT ROOM! More than once. After talking to my daughter my wife confesses everything. I was stunned. Things were going so well? How did this happen? As it turns out this chick can’t find someone of her own so she intentionally moved to Cleveland, in the same neighborhood, so as to rekindle her affair with my wife. Who does that? Now my wife and I are separated, my family is ripped in half and I’m home alone sharing my story and this nasty HOMEWRECKERS pic on here. Beware to all. If you live in Slavic Village you better keep your loved ones close.
Amanda Naylor — Cleveland, Ohio
Dec 7th, 2017 – 1:58 AM Share