Not sure if this qualifies but I am going to answer this anyway.

During a bad patch in my (now) 41 year marriage, my husband and I separated and dated other people.

This is about one of the guys that I dated.

I was in college and was active in the school’s student government. We used to go to seminars that included all of the community colleges in my state.

I met this guy, Jim, from a different community college. Jim was a full blooded Blackfoot. He was gorgeous, at least physically.

We started dating and pretty quickly he asked me to be exclusive with him. It was my understanding that we were both exclusive.

One night my friend, Sunny and I drove the 65 miles to see Jim.

When we got there I saw that his Chevy van was arocking. I went to the back (rear) doors and opened them. He was in the act of intercourse with some woman I later found out was named Twyla.

I quite loudly told him to pull out and get out of the van. He did and she crouched in the back of the van with the doors locked. I guess she thought I was gonna attack her. I wasn’t! She had thought they were in an exclusive relationship also.

Anyway, my friend said we had to leave to drive back home. Jim jumps in the car to go back with us.

Now here’s the revenge part! Jim was a pretty well known local rodeo rider. During his most important rodeo the first prize was a pair of custom made snake skin boots and $500.00 prize money.

The money was long gone, but the boots were his pride and joy. So, Jim didn’t take the time to put his boots on before he got in the car. He just laid them in the car seat.

As we are driving, Jim is trying to explain that it’s not his fault that he cheated. He said that the distance between us was a major factor in his decision to cheat. Additionally, he is telling me that if I ever cheated on him, his anger would be uncontrollable and I would pay dearly.

As you can imagine, that pissed me off big time.

It so happened that we had to cross a big bridge on the way to my house. The bridge was about 35 miles from where he lived and his van.

As we crossed the bridge, I quickly gathered up his boots and threw them out the window, over the bridge rail, into the river.

Once we got across the bridge, Sunny stopped the car (hers) and told Jim to get the f**k out. We left him there standing by the side of the road, in February, without any shoes (boots) on his feet. BTW this was years before cell phones.

I didn’t hear from him for about three years. By this time, hubby and I were back together. Jim called me wanted to meet up and talk about getting back together.

I let him talk for maybe 15 minutes. I asked him about Twyla. Seems she dumped his a** the same night.

Needless to say, we did not get back together and I haven’t spoken to him since. I did hear that he had moved to Texas to be a cowboy.