So true. In my case, the OW was a friend of mine, someone I thought was close to me and cared about me. A mutual friend of ours knew about the affair but kept quiet, just looking at me like she felt so sorry for me. But she didn’t actually do anything. After I found out about the affair, I felt so humiliated, so demeaned and belittled. I could not believe how people were ok with what had happened when my world had just blown up in a fiery mushroom cloud of pain. Only a few friends were upset. But in the end their understanding and anger was based on their own fear in their own lives and they stopped talking to me. This whole thing has been incredibly, discouragingly, extensively, and overwhelmingly lonely.
I can think of no better way to describe my experience of adultery than of opening a can of slimy worms and having to live with them. My advice to anyone who has yet to have had the bad fortune of adultery in their lives is NOT to venture near this can and certainly NOT to open it. If you do, you’re gonna regret it, so you better forget it!!!! Trust me.
You see, it’s not just my idiot husband’s behaviour that is in this can. It’s also the skank of the other woman and all the other individuals who conspired with their adulterous behaviour. It is also all the issues that the experience dregs up from the bottom of the emotional barrel for me. It is also the societal values that I seem to notice more and more which romanticises adultery at the expense of the…
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