She forgave her husband but she’ll never forgive the other woman.
By: Alex Alexander for YourTango.com
Dear Ms. Homewrecker,
I know it may seem unfair of me to blame just you for my husband’s affair. After all, I realise it takes two and that both of you are at fault.
But after an angry separation, much soul searching, and a bittersweet reunion with my pre-pregnancy jeans, I decided to work on forgiving my husband.
When it comes to you, though, I’m unashamed to admit I find relief in hurling my anger like a giant fireball of hate (metaphorically speaking, of course) directly at your face.
It’s easier to work on forgiving him when I can still be mad at you, the other woman, the b*tch who slept with my husband. Here I was, doing my best to make it through life, balancing marriage, motherhood, and a career, and you swoop in, cozy up to my husband in the name of “friendship” and sleep with him.
You think it was magical. What you don’t realise is, what you two had together was not real life.
Real life is being woken up by a teething baby five times a night, going to work the next morning and pumping breast milk at your desk while eating your salad (which was packed at 5 a.m.), all the while making sure you meet your deadlines so you don’t lose your job. Real is clinging to each other for support when the doctor mentions the possibility of cancer or moving cross-country to support your husband’s dreams.