I'm such a hypocrite. I was responding to another post and thought I'd share.
My dday was about 9 months ago. About 3 or so months before that my wife was telling me that one of her close friends, who was pregnant at the time, had an affair with her boss. This friend has a high school education only, working as a secretary to the head of a IT department. After the affair, "somehow" this friend found a very nice, high paying job at another IT company. Hmm, go figure. Anyway, looking back, I'm sure my wife told me to gauge my reaction.
At the time, I thought "wow", well, I had met her husband and thought him to be kind of a loser. Sorry to say that. He couldn't keep a job, had no motivation, stayed at home all day playing video games. The apple didn't fall far from the tree with his family. Her friend is considered pretty attractive and outgoing personality. Everyone thought she could do better, including me. I thought, sucks to be him, but guess I can understand why she did what she did.
After my dday, I've often reflected back to that. I'm no loser. I'm successful in my career, well liked, make decent money, no George Clooney, but take care of myself. I know my wife's affair had nothing to do with me in those manners. Somebody gave her something I couldn't and she has flaws that made her susceptible. She made the conscious decision to screw around.
I wandered, sorry. Anyway, my point being how one's perspective can change. Her friend has since moved out of state and they rarely keep in touch anymore, which I'm very thankful for. I have no idea if he knows or not. Now I feel for the poor guy, but dammit, get a freaking job and get off the couch. Nevertheless, there's no excuse for what she had done. Again, perspectives...