I could be hateful to you, for the simple fact that you slept with my husband. I could break you down and tell you what a whore you are, what a bad mother you are for bringing a strange man into the same home you share with a young daughter or for not being able to control your own son. I could even touch on the fact that you seem to be good for nothing more at life than being the high school slut or that you’re so desperate for a man’s attention, that you’re willing to scout out the local watering hole and pick up the first young, drunk guy you see. I could, but I won’t.
I could be pitiful and go on about how much damage you’ve done by sleeping with my husband. I could add to that by telling you that you caused all of that damage while I was carrying his child. I could tell you how many tears I’ve cried over you sleeping with him. I could tell you how many times I’ve cried myself to sleep, while he has no idea anything is even wrong. I could tell you how heartbroken I still am. I could even tell you about the damage you’ve caused me to bring upon myself. But I won’t.
I could show you my crazy side and give you all the details that I know about you. I could tell you that in the 18 months since you’ve slept with him, I’ve learned where you live, where you work, your phone number, what kind of car you drive, the names and ages of your children, that your oldest son doesn’t live with you, and all of the “relationships” you’ve been involved with, but I’ll pass on that too.
I could even tell you all the ways that you’ve damaged my marriage. I could tell you that sometimes, I flinch when he touches me because the sheer thought of him having a drunken night with you makes me cringe. I could tell you that every time he kisses me, I wonder if he kissed you the same way. I could mention that there’s no more feeling of intimacy between us, because for me, you’ll always be an elephant in the room. But why would I bother?
The worst thing I could do is be honest, and tell you all of this. I could tell you that my heart is still broken, and that by spending the few hours you did with him, you’ve broken so many of the hopes that I had for my family. I’ll never be able to tell my children when they ask, that we had a committed marriage. When we’re old, I won’t be able to look back on our marriage and think of how well we did it. I won’t have the peace of mind to know that when it’s all over and done with that he never had another woman. I’ll never be able to have an intimate night with my husband, without you and that night crossing my mind. I’ll never be able to stand naked in front of my husband without wondering if he thought you looked better. I’ll never be able to have sex with him and wonder if he’s thinking that you did it better. I’ll never be able to be vulnerable with him in those ways, because I’ll always be thinking that he liked his night with you better. I’ll never be able to look over at him and think of our little love story, without remembering that he had to fuck you to get to this point. You are always going to be the third party in our marriage. I could also tell you how sorry I feel for you…that you would think so poorly of yourself, that you would be willing to go out to a bar and fuck the first man you see. I can’t imagine what could have made you think so little of yourself. But honestly, it’s more of a pitty thing. I can’t say that I have any sympathy for you or the destruction that you’ve brought upon yourself and your life. And considering that you’re in the medical field, I have to assume it’s just a matter of stupidity that you’re out whoring yourself around the way that you do. I don’t know how you’ve managed to pin down a guy as long as you’ve had your current boyfriend around. And I don’t know how someone like you could manage to get (and hold onto) someone who is so clearly affectionate with you and treats you so well. But I do believe in karma, and if that belief is right, this is going to bite your ass more than you ever dreamed possible. Because in the few hours that it took you to meet and fuck my husband, you destroyed me, my marriage, and so many of the hopes I had for my family.
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