He came to my house

The narc rang my bell. I didn't even know he knew where I lived. I let him in the vestibule because it is about zero outside. We stood there and "talked" for about twenty minutes. He said nothing but, "I think you know I love you." and "She (the OW) didn't love me, she loved Eric (the foster child)." He said he was sorry several times. That he didn't know why he slept with her or had a relationship with her. Then I said, "I would have been happy to be one of your lovers. You didn't have to tell me all that other stuff." He said, "You were my only lover." I said, "You were sleeping with her the whole time." He said, "I never did." And then he swore on his brother's life again, his son's life again, that he never slept with the OW, that it was all a mistake, two minutes after he apololgized for sleeping with her and said he didn't know why he did it. When he did the oaths, he made his eyes really big and looked right into mine. I said, "Who taught you to lie like that, looking right into someone's eyes? Your mom or your dad?" He said, "It's the truth, baby." Then my phone rang, and it was my ex husband who was bringing home my daughter from skating. The narc said, "Yeah, typical. Talk to your husband. Bye!" I said, "Bye! I'm glad you stopped by!"

The best part was that he dyed his hair! So, so sad!