This topic was being hotly debated back in 2001 when I came here often during my husband's affair. We have been very successfully reconciled since 2002.
I had and still have very strong feelings on the culpability of the affair partner (If they knew the person was married, of course).
I held the Track Rat in my case just as responsible for the affair as I held my husband. Read that last sentence VERY carefully, because it seems to me the posters who wish to believe only the married partner is responsible gloss right over the part about where I HOLD MY HUSBAND EQUALLY AS RESPONSIBLE.
That does not let the Track Rat off the hook, however. I also have never forgiven her, and my life and our marriage has carried on quite nicely.
Relevant details for me include the fact that my husband was very remorseful for his poor choices. I threw him out of the house the night I caught him at her house, thinking he'd just turn around and go back to her (I was okay with that because I was done). But, he didn't. He went to his mom's house and had to explain to her why he wasn't living at home anymore. The following day, he went to the Track Rat's house and broke things off with her. That was two days before Halloween.
When I showed up at her door after seeing my husband and her sitting on the couch watching TV, she wouldn't answer it because she saw me, too. He answered it and I said he needed to get his ass home so he could explain to his children why he didn't live there anymore. He said after I walked away he turned around to look at her, and she was smirking. Only for a second he said, but right then he knew they was done.
Prior to the front door confrontation, I had consulted two lawyers and knew my rights. Three months after I kicked him out and me barely talking to him, he asked me to go to marriage counseling with him. I refused at first because I was done and as far as I knew he was still with her. I wouldn't talk to him about anything but the kids, the house and money, so I didn't know what their status was, but after really thinking about it, I decided to go. It seemed like a good idea whether we divorced or got back together. Our first counseling appointment was New Year's Eve day (I had started seeing a counselor for divorce counseling three days after I kicked him out of the house). On Valentine's Day he showed up at my office with flowers. One of my co-workers asked if I wanted to call the police because they all knew we were separated. He looked pretty harmless, standing there with a basket of posies in his hands.
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We started dating (without our kids knowledge in case it didn't work out), but I still made him stay out of the house for a year (he stayed with his mom, who was old and needed the help, so that actually worked out good).
I also refused to have sex with him until he got tested for aids and then another six months and got tested again. He agreed to anything I needed to feel comfortable.
Then he broke the news to me that the Track Rat's kid had gotten a job at my husband's place of employment. I about lost my shit on that one because I knew she had put her kid up to it. She was way over involved in his life and though he was an adult, she treated me like her was 12. I told him to get out of my car (we would meet in parking lots away from the house to discuss things so the kid's wouldn't hear), but he explained that he had gone to his boss, confessed to him what was going on and that he had to quit because I would not reconcile with him if the kid was working there (which would give her a excuse to hang around there). The boss took care of it. She had also threatened my kids and myself after my husband broke off with her. She had her children calling my husband. She had no remorse whatsoever.
THAT is the only context in which I know her. I think of her as a shitty woman (for being so willing to do that to another woman), a shitty mother (because my husband had taken her son under his wing and mentored him in their hobby which is how they met), and a shitty human being (for not respecting even the most basic societal rules (don't hurt other people, especially children)! Plus, she was a two time loser, working on her second divorce.
She has never apologized to me, especially for hurting my children, the bitch. So, other people may think of her as wonderful (though I know the other racers froze her out once I started going to the races again), but to me she'll always be a shitty, worthless human being.
Which is what my husband was, also. His name was Rat Bastard, get it? Rat Bastard and Track Rat. Seemed fitting at the time. The difference is he walked through glass and fire to earn his right back into our house and my bed. Even years later, we'll be having fun or laughing at something and he'll look at me and say, "I'm so sorry I did that to you." And, that is why I've forgiven him and not her. She is a non-entity to me unless I'm telling my story. But, I can tell you this, if she was on fire and I had water in my hand, I'd walk on by her, sipping it, and I'm perfectly okay with that.
[This message edited by greenirisheyes at 5:59 PM, July 20th (Monday)]