Cell Phones...

Everyone has cell phones now... mine even rings that insanely crazy song "Hollaback Girl," but every time I pick up my phone, look at my phone or Jerry's or get a text message, I want to cry. Why? Because that is how a great deal of things happened in my life without my knowledge. Jer and the bitch communicated via cell phone (phone calls, text messages, etc.) to coordinate their little "get-togethers." It is ultimately how my brother and I caught them - cell phone bills and a few emails. So, now, every time I see his phone lying around I check all the various call logs (sent calls, missed calls, etc.) I made him take her out of there - so her name doesn't pop up anymore, just the number. There were two occurrences of her number in there when I checked it out last night, BUT I knew about these calls. I was with the bitch when she called him b/c she was trying to track down my brother who was missing in action and was supposed to be going out with Jerry (yeah, after all the BS, they are still friends - God love men, they are much more forgiving than women will ever be). We were in Cincinnati for her stupid-ass bridal shower. So, anyhow, I was aware of these calls and knew what they were from, but I still hated seeing her number in there. I even asked him about it again and he offered up the bill if I wanted to check for more... He knows how hard it is for me to believe any thing he says about any of that anymore. Anyhow, the point of this stupid post is to remind you all that cell phones, although convenient and often life-savers, are still evil contraptions and can be used for the purposes of adultery and to let you all know that I check his call logs routinely (he knows not to erase them for fear of divorce).