It all started on night when me and my friend were taking our grandsons in their strollers for a walk around the trailer park. When we started to walk up the street that she lived on my grandson proceeded to tell me (gramma thatís Isabelís house) I about died thinking how do you know who Isabel is. He then told me that his papa takes him over there all the time. I didn’t say anything I kept it to myself. || Two weeks went by and I started noticing how his routine started changing. I then noticed that he would come home from work and get my grandson; we were raising our grandson at the time. He would get him and take him for two or three hours at a time and tell me they would be at his friend Mateís house or his friend Kenís house, what a bunch of bullshit. I started following him in the mornings when he would leave to go to work; it was nothing like it was before. I was ducking and dodging in bushes so he wouldn’t see me and sure enough he would head straight to her house, then he would come home from work eat dinner and be gone for two or three hours more. †So I put my grandson down to sleep have my mother in law listen for him and I would take off on the walk trail to the other side of the trailer park. She lived on the street where the walk trail ended. Once I got there I would call his phone and ask him when he was coming home and where was he at.† The first time he told me he was on his way home and he was at kens house. So once we hung up it wouldn’t be but a minute later that he would be on his bike screeching from her driveway. Yes that happened twice and boy was he shocked I wasnít though. || It just kept continuing until one night I snuck up on her house and went around her house to her bedroom window and they were straight up f**king. I did everything I could to get in that window and they still kept on after that he promised me it would never happen again, but look he is with not me. His mom ended up kicking me out of the house because I just couldn’t take it anymore so there went my grandson, and there went me. I still couldn’t stay away of course after twenty years who could. And yes, we still had sex and he told me over and over every day how he was not in love with her but he was in love with me and how we have too much history together for us to be apart. But it was all lies and he even had me believing that he was going to get back with me and tell her to back off and he never called me for like three days and then called me and told me he chose her. He did that like three times to me now. || I don’t know. Obviously I still love him, but at the same time I also hate him. I just feel that what happened to me was wrong, especially the way it happened. So here I am him and her now live in my mother in laws mobile home and my mother in law moved to Utah.† Iím not trying to drag old shit around I just want my satisfaction out of all of this. I guess you could say some closure and that consists of some sort of physical activity or some kind of payback. I just donít know. . . Helpless in the meadows. .