"'Cause there's a side to you that I never knew, never knew.
All the things you'd say, they were never true, never true "
Set Fire to the Rain
And yet my FWH couldn't stand it that anybody know about his cheating. I just responded to him that what did he think he did when he kept talking crap about me to everyone, including my family. I think he understood once I gave him that perspective.
I feel for you. Hugs your way.
I never truly bothered knowing the multiple OW. Some of them didn't know he was married, some knew and deliberately tried to get him to divorce me. Either way I figured they are not worth my time.
True love is harder to come by than soul mates. True love requires work.
Ignorance can be cured with knowledge. There is no cure for being an idiot.
Back story: I was raped and became pregnant while I was in college. I stayed in school, maintained a 3.6+ GPA and gave birth during summer break between my junior and senior year. I gave the baby up for adoption because I knew I wasn't ready to be anybody's mother at that time.
So, after my world was blown up to discover my then H was living a double life with OW who didn't even know he was married (Military and we didn't live together due to his travel... silly me, thought we were still "together") I was still trying to play nice for my son's sake and maintain some sort of communication. OW (now wifetress) got pissy with me one day on the phone and I called her a pathetic slut. She said, "Oh, you want to talk about pathetic? You act like you're such a good mother. What about your OTHER kid? The one you gave away so you could stay in college?"
That's been over 21 years ago, and I can still feel the air sucked out of my atmosphere when she said that to me. That he would have not just betrayed me but betrayed me so deeply that he would share something so private with his whore and allow it to be used as a weapon against me. Still blows me away.
So sorry HFSSC that your X could be so f'in insensitive!
Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than, less than perfect
Two steps forward and one step backwards, is still progress.
I have become marginally obsessed with finding out more about cafe ow. Only bc they are a regular date. For free.... I have looked up the directory of school employees. I am trying to get my hands on a year book.
But then I think - what does it matter? I want out anyway. Then he can screw whoever he wants.