I want to shed some "lyte" on sisterhood. I am back from spending 10 days with my sister. We have really close bond that has seen us through some tough times. Our daughters are starting to bond as well and that gives us a lot of joy. We know what sisters (and cousins) can be for each other.
Well, a group of four women tested the bonds (pun so totally intended) of sisterhood in the little town of Stockbridge, Wisconsin. A wife, fed up with her cheating, con man of a husband, called his paramours and arranged a little payback, sticky style. Her husband was seeing five other women and she managed to get three of them to agree to set him up. One of the women called him and arranged to meet a hotel. She got him to agree to be tied up and blindfolded (ahh, the things we do for love). Once the loser was hog-tied, the woman texted her cohorts, who descended upon the man with all the fury of women scorned.
They mocked him, threatened him, and roughed him up. Then they took out the super glue and attached his offending member to either his thigh or his stomach. Then they left him there without his wallet, keys, or cell phone. They left him there, and I hope they went to the spa and used his credit card to get massages. But I digress, he managed to chew through his bindings and escape. Now the four women face up to six years in prison.
I can't begin to tell you how much I love this story. These women had no recourse through the law, the bastard hadn't broken any. They all, with the exception of one who was the sister of one of the perpetrators, had been had by this clown. He had lied to them, conned them out of money, and broken their hearts. They were humiliated and angry. Instead of turning on each other, they banded together and punished the author of their misery. Nice work ladies. What a refreshing twist on scrapbooking parties.
I officially induct them into the the Mrs. Willy Nelson Hall of Fame. Why Mrs. Willy Nelson? There is a story that Willy went out on a six week binge without letting Mrs. Nelson know where he was at. He finally arrived home, filthy and hungover, and proceeded to pass out in their marital bed. Mrs. Nelson got out her sewing kit and patiently sewed Willy into the sheets while he slept. She then got a baseball bat and beat the shit out of him. He never failed to let her know his whereabouts again. That's payback, ladies, and effective marital communications all rolled into one. An excellent example for us all.
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