Denese Runnels Lufkin, Texas Texas

On September 11, 2009 I was assaulted by a student in my classroom (I was a high school teacher in Virginia). I was severely traumatized, went through 2 years of counseling and was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Prior to that event, I was confident and took great pride in my profession as well as my ability to overcome any obstacle I encountered. PTSD turned my world upside down and profoundly affected me in ways to numerable to mention. I was unable to return to the profession I adored and suffered deep emotional distress. In March 2011, my mother-in-law suffered a severe stroke and was not expected to survive. She was the primary caretaker for my father-in-law, who was almost completely bed-ridden. My husband and I immediately flew from Virginia to Texas (where my in-laws live) to attend to his mother and father, who now had no one to care for him. My mother-in-law did survive, thank goodness, but both she and my father-in-law had to be placed in a long-term

On September 11, 2009 I was assaulted by a student in my classroom (I was a high school teacher in Virginia). I was severely traumatized, went through 2 years of counseling and was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). Prior to that event, I was confident and took great pride in my profession as well as my ability to overcome any obstacle I encountered. PTSD turned my world upside down and profoundly affected me in ways to numerable to mention. I was unable to return to the profession I adored and suffered deep emotional distress. In March 2011, my mother-in-law suffered a severe stroke and was not expected to survive. She was the primary caretaker for my father-in-law, who was almost completely bed-ridden. My husband and I immediately flew from Virginia to Texas (where my in-laws live) to attend to his mother and father, who now had no one to care for him. My mother-in-law did survive, thank goodness, but both she and my father-in-law had to be placed in a long-term care facility. My husband & I were forced to sell our beautiful little home in the country in Virginia and move into his parents’ home in Lufkin, Texas in order to oversee their day-to-day care in the long-term care facility as well as manage/participate in the overwhelming repairs required on his parents’ home (it was in such a state of disrepair after years of neglect because his parents were just too frail to handle to upkeep). Needless to say, this was an extremely stressful situation which only compounded the effects of my PTSD. Not only was my husband dealing with a wife affected by PTSD, but was also reeling from the staggering responsibilities associated with his parents’ care and all the guilt associated with placing one’s parents in a long-term care facility. Yes, we were knee-deep in one of those”dark valleys” most husbands & wives face…but, we KNEW how deeply we loved each other and how committed we were — for better or for worse! || My husband, a private music instructor & musician, had to re-build his career in our new”home.” He was lucky enough (and talented enough) to already have a fantastic following/reputation in the area, as he had previously lived/worked there for many years. Slowly he built up his student base and began to get bookings at local restaurants to play/entertain on weekends. At one local restaurant is where a”groupie,” by the name of Denese Runnels, began her obsession with my husband. After a few months of showing up every time my husband played at the restaurant, she sent him a”friend request” on Facebook. This is not unusual, seeing as he is an entertainer and people frequently”friend” him to follow his schedule or just”talk music.” I’ve always been”in charge” of his social media platforms (Facebook, LinkedIn, Twitter) and also created/maintained his web site. As such, I have always had access to his accounts (including his email). || Fast-forward 8 months — our personal situation continued to be horribly stressful which, of course, affected our relationship. My husband became deeply depressed and I urged him to seek professional help. He refused my pleas over and over again. After much discussion and in a last ditch effort to impart the seriousness of our situation, we decided that I should go spend a few months in San Diego with my daughter. We felt the”time out” was necessary to give us each the time/space to clear our heads and work on our personal”demons.” We called his daughters over to the house to explain the situation to them and to assure them of our continued commitment to each other and to our marriage. It was a very, very emotional event — but I believed everything would work out and was heartened by the fact that we, as a couple, proclaimed to each other and to his daughters our deep love for each other and our certainty that we would reunite in a few months — stronger and better than before. I left for San Diego on June 10th, a profoundly/deeply/horribly sad time for me! My husband and I talked daily (usually 2 – 3 times per day) and, after a few weeks, I began to feel my husband was slowly rising from his depression — a great thing, right? Well, about this same time, I started to notice postings on his Facebook page by Denese Runnels. On the surface, the postings seemed innocent…but, women/wives KNOW when something is up and we are able to read between the lines! After viewing the very first post, I questioned my husband about it and he just brushed it off by saying,”Oh…Denese is just that way…very social…but no worries because she is Glenn Johnson’s girlfriend.” Ok..that explanation sounded plausible, but the posts continued and the frequency of the posts increased. With each new post, I would question my husband. Of course, he always had an”explanation.” As I previously stated, I have access to ALL of my husband’s social media accounts, including his email…but, I (unfortunately) respected my husband’s privacy too much to go snooping through his emails or to log into his Facebook account and read any messages that might be there. STUPID mistake…I admit it!  Then, my husband began making his usual deposits into our checking account, only to withdraw the same amount of money (in cash) at the same time! He also began turning his cell phone off for extended periods of time, NOT typical behavior at all! Denese’s posts began to be more and more”territorial” in nature and showed that she was attending ALL events my husband played. After 2 months of this blatant behavior, on my husband’s 60th birthday, I FINALLY had enough and logged into his email account. You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what I discovered…emails and messages galore from his”tart de’jour,” Denese Runnels! I’ll share a few of them with you for your viewing pleasure: || *Sorry I yacked your head off last night….well, this morning!! You should have just stuck something in my mouth to get me to shut up. I am usually not that talkative but when I am tired, I tend to rattle on! || *I enjoyed your company (and the little neck things too lol ) || *Enjoyed your company today. You sure know how to give good hugs I’ll see you Saturday. || *Hey Handsome – Should’ve thought about this earlier but you had me in such an ahhhhh that I couldn’t think straight But feel free to call me anytime 240-XXXX. (I have too much class to divulge her actual phone number…unlike the classless piece of trash she is!) || *You caught me in the shower! || *I believe you know why I won’t be there. The issues that are going on right now, I think it is best. And until you can be up front with (I deleted my name) _____ about us, this is the way it has to be. || Love, || Me! || *Not giving up on us!! (This post was accompanied by a pic, which I’ve attached) || These are just the tip of the iceberg! In text messages (of which there were hundreds), she actually prayed that our marriage would end, talked on and on about how SHE was soooooo much better for my husband than I was, how SHE truly loved him and I was just a selfish/self-centered bitch! Seriously??!! I could go on and on, but that would be tiring! || Needless to say, upon discovering the”proof,” I immediately confronted my husband & flew back to Texas to address the”issue.” I sent Denese a letter, via Steve’s Facebook, letting her know that the cat was out of the bag. I urged her to personally call me so that she could have a chance to tell”her side of the story” (that would’ve been priceless), but she was too much of a low-life to stand up to me. Now…she told EVERYONE she knew about the affair she was having with my husband and rambled on and on about how”honesty was always the best policy,” but was too much of a hypocrite to follow through on her own”sage” advice! Typical home-wrecker behavior! My husband, through HOURS of discussions, divulged ALL the details of the affair — everything to having oral sex with Denese on 3 occasions to an overnight”excursion” to attend her niece’s graduation from Baylor University (where they spent the night in a hotel and had oral sex that evening…she,”surprising” him by appearing in a white negligee — white/ironic huh?). To make matters worse, they had oral sex while laying on the Persian rug that was MY FATHER’S, who had passed away in 2006! I, unfortunately, was forced to BURN that rug! || How did I deal with her??? It was THE BEST idea I EVER had! I wanted to do this, face-to-face, but she wouldn’t answer her door. So, I was forced to write the following in a note and leave it on her porch: ||”Please accept this $10.00 as payment for ‘services’ rendered. You would have received $20.00, but I deducted $10.00 because you were never able to fully ‘satisfy’ my husband…although he performed his duties quite well and provided you with multiple satisfying orgasms.” || The note said it all — Denese Runnels is nothing more than a home-wrecking whore! And, only deserved $10.00 as payment for her”services.” || Just to show how incredulously stupid she was/is, she made multiple posts on her Facebook page after that…stating how SHE was the”jilted party” and encouraging sympathy/pity for her tawdry actions!!! Can you believe that??!! She has SERIOUS manipulation/mental issues!!! To this day, Denese still proclaims herself to be a Christian woman! If she is a Christian…I’m a monkey’s uncle!!! Beware of wolves in sheep’s clothing!!! || Just as an FYI: My husband did take multiple polygraph exams to determine the truthfulness of his”stories.” He has also, willingly, been seeing a counselor and has been diligently working to repair the damage caused by this affair. He has come a long way, but there is still MUCH work to be done…as is the case in all horrendous situations such as this! || >

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