She seemingly loved to use Grindr to find someone who has crystal meth, hook up with them a few times, and give me their number as a connection she had, and not tell me she had a preexisting sexual relationship with them. I felt strongly as if they must've been laughing behind my back. I was giving a lot of my money to these guys and being nice to them and she very possibly swallowed their load a few hours previous. I believe she acted only ever out of lust, desire for drugs, for work, or due to convenience.
One day, I met this guy for drugs. It was my third time meeting this guy. I had met him as the man in the middle and got his number. The main man, of course, was somebody my wife "knew", or maybe it was her friend that "gave her his number" and not Grindr. Anyway, I was on the drive home when he starts texting me this crazy shit. Stuff like 'I didn't know she had a boyfriend man, I'm serious' and 'Dude, I'm sorry, I didn't know'. I sent him a sexy pic of her, half to show him that he had the wrong girl, and half cuz I just like to show off my girlfriend. His tune didn't change, but it was kind of cryptic.
I believe I told her about this weird back-and-forth, but I may not have done anything. I did download Grindr. Just to make sure, right? I made a profile and put in my zip code. Instantly I was presented with the Truth.
Pictures of her in our apartment. In the bathroom. In our bed, with me just out of frame. 34 years old, less than 1 mile away. Can't host, but into car play, dtf, kink, bondage, group stuff. She was just looking back at me, blankly, through the phone, but I can't tell it's her looking back at me.