Mike and I had been married for eight years. No kids yet, but I thought we were happy. I worked full-time, split the bills, did everything a good wife does.
Then one evening, I came home a little late, and there she was — HER.
A very pregnant woman sitting on my couch. My heart skipped a beat, thinking she was a friend in need. But the look on Mike’s face told me everything.
“Hey, we need to talk,” he said casually. Then he dropped the bomb: “This is Jessica. She’s pregnant. With my child. We’ve decided to be together.”
I froze. Then he had the nerve to tell me TO MOVE TO MY MOM’S while they took the house. I was speechless. My bl:ood was boiling, but I kept my cool.
I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Okay, I’ll go away.”
Mike probably thought he’d gotten off easy. Jessica’s smile grew wider. Little did they know, the lottery was about to hit them backhard.
I packed a suitcase with some essentials, and left without another word.
I drove to my mom’s house. The next day, I set my plan in motion.
I marched in the bank like a woman on a mission. I froze our joint account faster than you can say “cheating jerk.”
The look on the bank manager’s face when I explained why was priceless.
Next, I visited a locksmith.
I remembered overhearing Mike tell Jessica they’d be gone for three days, giving me plenty of time to execute my master plan.
My next stop: my house – the same cozy house Mike and I once lived together.
The puzzled locksmith probably thought I was crazy, cackling as I had him change all the locks on the house.
Then came the movers.
I gave them the spare keys and scheduled them to pack up everything I owned, which was basically everything in the house. I even took the toilet paper. Let’s see how Mike and Jessica enjoy using leaves!
But the piece de resistance? I had a brilliant idea that would make this revenge not just sweet, but long-lasting.
I sent out party invitations to Mike’s family, our friends, his coworkers, even nosy neighbor.
The invitation read: “Come celebrate Mike’s new life! Surprise party at our house, tomorrow at 7 p.m.!”
Then, I commissioned a billboard. It was delivered and set up on our front lawn.
In giant, bold letters, it proclaimed: “Congratulations on Dumping Me for Your Pregnant Mistress, Mike! Hope the Baby Doesn’t Inherit Your Infidelity!”
I stepped back to admire my handiwork. With a satisfied smirk, I sashayed away from the scene, eagerly anticipating the chaos that was about to unfold.
The next evening, my phone rang. It was Mike.
“Michelle, What the hell is going on? Why are there people at our house? And what’s with this insane billboard?”, he screeched.
I said, trying to sound innocent. “Just a little housewarming party for you and Jessica. Don’t you like the decorations?”
“Decorations? It’s a freaking circus out here! And why can’t I get into the house?”
I couldn’t help but giggle. “Well, honey, you told me to move out, remember? You never said anything about you staying there. I just remembered that the house is solely under my name. So, I changed the locks. Oopsie!”
There was a long silence on the other end. I could almost hear the gears in his tiny brain trying to process what was happening.
“Where are we supposed to go?” he finally sputtered.
“Gee, I don’t know, Mike. Maybe Jessica’s mom would love to have you? I hear pregnancy hormones and in-laws mix really well.”
In the days that followed, I had the utilities cut off, canceled the cable, and made sure all our joint assets were transferred into my name. I listed the house for sale, making sure to mention in the listing that it came with a “bonus front lawn art installation.”
I had Mike served with divorce papers at work. I specifically requested the mailman to dress up as a pregnant woman. Just for funsies.
But the universe wasn’t done with Mike yet. Oh no, it had saved the best for last.
A week later, I got a call from Jessica. She was crying so hard.
“Michelle,” she sobbed, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know… I mean, Mike told me you two were separated. And now… now he’s broke and homeless, and I’m pregnant, and I don’t know what to do!”
I almost felt bad for her.
“Well, Jessica,” I said, trying to keep the glee out of my voice, “I hear the circus is always looking for new acts. Maybe you two could start a juggling duo? You juggle the baby, he juggles his lies?”
She didn’t appreciate my humor. Tsk! Tsk!
As it turns out, when Jessica found out that Mike was now homeless, broke, she decided that maybe being with a guy who had no money, no house, and no future wasn’t such a great idea after all.
She dumped him.
Last I heard, Mike was living in a tiny apartment, trying to scrape together enough money to pay bills and feed his hungry belly. His family had cut him off, disgusted by his behavior.
They even sent me a fruit basket and a sorry card.
As for me? The house sold for a nice profit. I moved to a beautiful new place, started my own business, and adopted a cat. I named him Karma.
At 71, Roseanne Barr debuts new pixie haircut, sparking a stir among fans
Roseanne Barr, who took to social media to show off a hairstyle that sparked a variety of reactions from her fan base, has become the latest celebrity to try out a completely new look.
Though not particularly original, the idea of celebrities experimenting with their looks and drawing attention is nevertheless appealing. On the other hand, many find fascination and rumors in the constantly shifting fashion choices of A-list celebrities, so it’s not surprise that Roseanne Barr’s new pixie cut sparked a lot of conversation.
The 71-year-old Barr used Instagram to share photos of her new hairstyle, a textured pixie cut in place of her long, gray hair, along with the message “Cut.”
It should come as no surprise that the comedian and actress received a lot of attention from her post, as most of the comments were positive.
“Wow, you look hotter and younger!” only one person wrote.
“I love it,” commented someone else. My age is the same as yours. Although I’ve always had long hair, I’ve been considering cutting it off recently. Seeing how attractive you are, I might actually do it.
Gorgeous Roseanne! Continue rousing folks from sleep! Third: “We love you so much.”
Comments like “Looks incredible Roseanne!” were made by others. and “I adore the hair!”
According to sources, Andre Walker, a hairstylist who also works with TV legend Oprah Winfrey and actress Halle Berry, is responsible for Barr’s makeover.
Barr became a global celebrity in the late 1980s after starring in the ABC series Roseanne as Roseanne Conner. The Cosby Show producers intended to create a “no-perks family comedy,” which gave rise to the concept for the well-known show.
Twenty-one million homes watched the first episode of Roseanne when it debuted in 1998, making it the biggest premiere of the year. After airing for ten seasons, Roseanne was a huge hit overall. Barr also took home multiple honors, including a Golden Globe and an Emmy.
More recently, Barr faced a major blow when her show was canceled due to a tweet that compared Valerie Jarrett, the advisor to former President Barack Obama, to an ape.
Barr expressed sorrow for the error and blamed the unsuitable joke on her poor health and emotional instability, despite her outspoken support of the former president Donald Trump, according to People. She withdrew from the public eye for a few weeks afterward. In response to the criticism, Barr expressed regret in public.
Nevertheless, the outcry led to the cancellation of Roseanne’s planned return, and in the background, she experienced a profound personal and professional metamorphosis.
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