here's a different spin.
I, in my shock and despair, (and before I found SI) a little over a month after dday, contacted MOW by text asking her if she would meet with me to talk because I was going crazy and needed some answers.
She agreed to meet, although mentioned that she was not sure if she was the best one to help me.
I think now that she was also in need of information because I had forced a resignation from her the morning following dday, and there had been NC between her and my H.
She also thrives on believing she is a source of wisdom and "can read people very well".
We met and talked. I believe she answered my questions truthfully. Almost matter of factly.
She spoke as if she was an objective observer, unemotional, like a therapist. I foolishly let her see that I was destroyed. She also said some things that will be forever imprinted on my brain.
At the time, I couldn't believe someone could be so unfeeling or so self motivated as to deliberately pursue and steal someone else's husband. I tried to seek reason and understanding. I tried to put myself in their shoes. I was empathic.
At the end of the conversation I felt there was kind of an understanding between us. She never said that she was sorry for what she did, only that she couldn't change the past, but wished she could.
She even hugged me, and I let her. I needed it. I just wouldn't believe that anyone could purposely try to destroy me.
I told her that I forgave her. I told her that because in a weird way, I was grateful that she spent three hours talking to me, doing what I believed must have been very difficult for her.
I also thought that I would probably never see her again, and that she needed to feel that she was forgiven. I couldn't let anyone live with what I imagined would be such a terrible weight of guilt and regret.
She responded by saying that she probably didn't deserve forgiveness. I really don't remember if she said thank you. Maybe she did.
The point to all of this, is that now I know that I offered forgiveness too easily. I don't think I do forgive her now.
She can believe it. I don't care. If I hadn't said that, she wouldn't care either.
Because now, I have learned that she did deliberately try to destroy me. Not because she had anything against me personally, but because I was in the way of what she wanted.
And when I think of how she befriended my children in order to get close to them and make them like her, all the while not caring how their lives could be effected by her affair with their father, I hate her all over again.
Forgiveness is important. It is profound. It is solemn, like a vow. It shouldn't be given out lightly or it is meaningless. And it should only be given to those who are remorseful, and who ask for it sincerely.
[This message edited by FightingBack at 8:10 AM, March 21st (Friday)]