Let the Games Begin

 So in an effort to turn the situation around and maintain a peaceful home until exit I’ve taken several steps. One is to no longer be a narcissist supply to my husband. This is achieved by being kind and providing no negative reactions to his behavioral deficits. He is on porn every single day. He did at least quit hankering for anorexic porn - that was gross and generated by both his anorexic appearance and the anorexic appearance of his skank. Of course now it’s teen porn and with a teen girl in the house this is abhorrent. But I digress...I’m making a conscious choice to accept the porn and not be affected at least outwardly. Two nights ago I knocked on his door in the evening and received an impatient rude “what”. The door was locked . I said “oops sorry I didn’t realize you were busy” and I went back to the living room. Moments later he opened the door and asked what I wanted. “ I said oh I was just gonna give you your fire stick back- sorry I interrupted”. He replied that he was just watching a movie . I chuckled and told him I know you were looking at porn - it’s I big deal it’s fine. I didn’t mean to interrupt “ . He got somewhat enraged and denied it - but I have proof. Not that I would let him know that but I just smiled and said you know it’s fine. That made him go back in his room slamming the door violently. The next method has been sex. I can’t say I’m proud of it but we’ve been very sexually active. I am so far able to successfully compartmentalise this. He hasn’t seen or his other female supply since the beginning of October. He talked to her October 14th demonstrating the break up lie. I know he didn’t message her after that as I got a peek at that. But I thought he was in love with her? Laughable really. I also got a peek at his texting app he uses for secret texts. So I downloaded the app. I started messaging him with a fake profile and a way of speaking nothing like me and set the bait on the hook. Within a few texts he took the bait. No fool like an old fool. We had sex last night. I slept in his bed. He essentially told me to get out at 5am so he could “watch tv”. He came out for awhile ranting about how my daughter and I (yes and not or) “moved his fucking flip flops and they’re always in the same fucking spot and he doesn’t know why we have to move his fucking shoes”. This went on several minutes. A bit later I went out looked and a quarter inch behind his work boots I found the flops. I took them to him and said “hey I found your flops right behind your work boots . You shoved them under the bench with your boots when you took them off.”. Then with a sashay sort of pleasantness said “so here ya go”. You know I didn’t get an apology from him - he’s too far gone now for that - his narcissism has evolve into being a psychopath. Which circles back to the texting as shortly after I received a text to my fake profile. He sent pictures. One head shot that’s his standard go to. And his new standard body shot that shows that he doesn’t have a gut. It also shows that’s he’s a skinny minny but in his delusions he thinks bony anorexic is attractive somehow. So once a cheater always a cheater. He really should become a case study. I do want to call him out but that would injure the narcissist and he is just too scary now - I choose to live.