I Knew My Ex-Mistress Would Lose Her Mind When We Broke Up, But I Had No Idea She Was Capable Of This

I told Eric everything that happened over cups of coffee mixed with 5-Hour Energy. He seemed stressed, but didn’t tell me to get lost, so I figured I was in a good place. Well…as good of a place as I could be.

Once the drinks were finished, Eric accepted my $5,000 cash and muttered that he “knew what to do, kind of,” before he instructed me to “stay the fuck inside,” and I handed him the keys to Tarah’s car.

I started sweating like a marathon runner in August as soon as Eric walked away. I was putting all my faith in a guy who drank Folgers instant and gas station energy shots from a mug which read: I spent all my money on women and booze; the rest I just wasted. It wasn’t a comforting feeling.

I sat alone, silent, in Eric’s grease-coated, sad excuse of a living for 10 minutes before he came back, appearing to be struggling to breath with a few items shaking in his hands.

“What happened?” I jumped off the couch and asked.

Eric stopped himself just inside the doorway. He looked down at the items in his hands.

“I found these in the pockets of her jeans,” Eric muttered while avoiding eye contact.

I walked up to Eric and snagged the items out of his grasp.

I instantly recognized the three items. They were my daughter Becca’s driver’s license, her car keys and the Amethyst stone she always carried on her.

I will always remember the numb feeling which immediately washed over me and what Eric said next…

“That’s not Tarah’s body. It’s your daughter’s.” Thought Catalog Logo Mark

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