Joanna Watts

Long Story Short: GF cheated, got her lover arrested, got her a DWI, then karma bitch slapped her. I will have to reveal and admit a few things about myself I’d rather not, and am not proud of. If you hate or struggle with reading, then don’t even continue. My story is unfortunately true, and I would not wish my life upon anyone, not even those I chose to seek out revenge upon. When I was 18 my father suffered a debilitating stroke and could never work or drive again. I volunteered to look after him as my mother had a full-time job my family needed her to keep working. Sadly, exactly one year to the day of his stroke he passed away after enduring a triple bypass. I lost my shit as we used to say back in the day, and it changed something inside of me. I had lived a somewhat sheltered life due to regularly attending church and church activities. When my father passed if I wanted to go to college, I would have to pay for it out of pocket. I did not qualify for any loans (thankfully in retrospect). I got a menial job and began partying at age 19 having never tasted alcohol, done drugs, had sex etc. I had been bullied quite a bit growing up. I developed very late and always looked several years younger than my friends. At a party one night I met a guy several years older than me, we’ll call Benji. He asked me to come by after my shift at my shitty minimum wage job the next day and I agreed. When I arrived, he brought me into his house where two of his friends were busy sorting through a table of white powder. I’d seen drugs in movies, so I rightfully assumed it was cocaine. They offered a line and laughed at my refusal to try it. The reason Benji had singled me out was the fact that even at age 19 I looked like I should have been a freshman or sophomore in high school. The dealer and his guys had kids selling cocaine at all of the local high schools. (The area I am from had a lot of old wealth and trust fund kids. ) They wanted me to go to each high school campus each day and pick up cash while dropping off pre-weighed bags of coke. They would buy packs of cigarettes and put coke in each with a small initial on the bottom indicating which school. They’d gotten their hands on a cellophane wrapping machine that would seal and shrink the plastic. Everything worked well as planned for years. It was amazing to learn how many cops, lawyers and even judges were on the take. I did things in those younger days that could have gotten me very long prison sentences or worse had I been caught. I quit my stupid job and worked daily for Benji. If I wasn’t delivering or weighing cocaine, Benji and his buddies were teaching me how to shoot guns, work out or fight. They’d built a full-size boxing ring out back because they truly loved to spar. They sensed I’d been picked on a lot growing up. Even though I’d grown another three inches in height after high school to stand 6’ 2” I was still wiry and not very strong. Benji was several years older than me and had been stationed in South Korea for many years. There he took it upon himself to learn a form of martial arts known as “Subak”. But he’d also been a boxer as well. The three guys loved teaching me how to handle myself. They’d teach me to master one move then delighted in springing a new never before seen move on me. None of this was ever meant to attack anyone, strictly self-defense. They wanted to be sure I could protect myself should anything bad go down and wanted me to be able to have their backs. Benji made me carry a loaded 9mm everywhere we drove; he carried a huge. 357 magnum revolver. Eventually I was several years into college and had begun to sell to classmates. My mom was proud I was paying for my own tuition and books never asking how. (Yes, there are some people, albeit very few that use money earned from unsavory deeds to better themselves. Just as there are a few strippers who use that money to get a degree. It is rare, but it does happen. ) What my mom never knew was the fact I was making more in a week selling drugs than she did as a teacher in a month. I drove an old Camry. I never bought flashy clothes or threw money around to impress anyone. I kept as low a profile as I could. I finished my BA degree in three years due to having plenty of free time. I initially wanted to be a lawyer. But I had known far too many corrupt cops and judges. I did study law with no goal of ever passing the bar, because I wanted to become and eventually became a Jury Consultant. For those that don’t know what that is, when a law firm has a client they are defending, a list of potential jurors is sent out. Television makes it look like lawyers decide for or against a potential juror on the spot in court. A good lawyer already has a very good idea of each potential juror’s background before they enter the room. My job was to take each name and research any background I could find. The firm I worked for decided what was pertinent information for each particular case. The firm I work for has the highest regard in my area. I can research a lot of information about people legally through something as simple as an online background data site. In the much more recent past I reacquainted with a high school classmate we’ll call Shayna. I discovered she and I had both had crushes on each other back in the day but we’d both been too shy to say a word to each other. Without a lot of pointless details, suffice it to say Shayna and I became best friends, fell head over heels in love and were planning a future together. Both of our previous relationships had been disasters. Mine in particular had left me feeling totally dead inside, believing I was incapable of love. It had been years since I had dated by choice. My previous ex we’ll call Allison, had done things cold and utterly heartless to cause our breakup. I was NOTHING but good to her, rescuing her from an abusive relationship, never abused her and let her know no human deserves to be abused. When she stabbed me in the back and left me my life was in total ruin. Finding Shayna didn’t just give me hope. It made me realize that every relationship before her had been pointless. Shayna was the love of my lifetime…we were meant to be together and finally were. Sadly, five years ago I awoke to discover Shayna was not beside me. I thought nothing of it until I went into the laundry room to find her face down in the floor. When I picked her up, even before I turned her over, I knew something was wrong, her body was completely stiff. When I did turn her over, I realized she was dead. Rigor mortis had already set in and her face was frozen in the most painful expression of agony you could imagine. I called 911 even knowing she was already dead and long past saving. I really don’t want to go into detail about that night. Suffice it to say the cops suspected I’d done something or shed OD’d. For five hours detectives went through everything we owned. I was questioned repeatedly the same questions by multiple cops. All the while I was trying to console her mother with the realization her one and only daughter was dead. The next day I accompanied Shayna’s mother to Shayna’s neurologist. Shayna had epilepsy and her doctor suspected she might have died from SUDEP (Sudden Unexpected Death due to Epilepsy) which neither of us had ever heard of. (Months later when the autopsy came back that was the cause of death. ) The next few days were a blur of misery, tears and disbelief. Devastated does not begin to express how I felt from that point for many, many months. I will not lie, there were many moments I thought of and even planned to take my own life. I knew Shayna would want me to live and after seeing how the loss of a child had affected her mother, I could not do that to my own mom. I managed to face the future only by focusing on my mother who was getting up in years at the time. I closed myself off to all friends and extended family. It was hard enough just having the fortitude to hold down my job and look after my mom. I worked out every day and did cycling for cardio. I took some Krav Maga classes to relieve stress. But I didn’t even think of dating and frankly the idea seemed pointless. Shayna was a truly, truly special person with a beautiful soul. I knew I could never have that kind of relationship with anyone ever again. Eventually two years passed, and I met a female we will call Angie. We initially started hanging out as friends again as that is what I needed most at the time. But as I opened up about what had happened with Allison and the Shayna, we got closer and Angie seemed to sympathize. We started sleeping together again and eventually became a couple. I was still having to keep some focus on my mother, though I enjoyed my time with Angie. She seemed to appreciate that I actually listened, spoke honestly and was protective of her. She said she loved me, and I admitted I loved her. I never told her a word about how I’d paid for college or the things I’d seen or done. (Shayna knew and loved me in spite of it all. ) While I knew it would never be what Shayna and I had, I never told or even hinted at that to Angie. Things went along well for the most part. My mother’s need for assistance was fairly limited. Angie knew I what I’d endured losing Shayna and she seemed to understand the responsibility I had looking after my mom. Angie and I had been in a committed monogamous relationship for well over a year when my mother had to have some medical tests done. My mom had a leaking heart valve and the tests were to determine if they could repair the valve. A week later we received good news, the valve could indeed be replaced. However, we also received devastating news, while running the tests they discovered four small masses in and around her right kidney. The odds were high that the masses were tumors and malignant. The doctors did a biopsy to discover she did in fact have renal (kidney) cancer. She began chemotherapy
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