I suspect my husband knows.
About this blog, I mean.
He knows how much I live and breathe writing, and would expect no less of me than to write my way out of the hell that has been the past four years.
Yes, the blog is full of “vituperative nonsense”, as ‘Someone’ once described it, but what else would you expect from a blog written by a betrayed wife?
You bet it’s full of fucking vituperation!
It took most of that four years to work the anger out of my system.
My blog is full of swear words and bitterness and raw anger that only time could tend to and eventually tame.
Not erase, but tame.
That, plus my husband’s magnanimous efforts in righting his wrongs, have eased the open wounds that bled for so long.
For years — more than 3.5yrs, in fact — I could not see a way out of the despair.
The despair of reading your husband’s words of seduction to another woman.
The heartbreak of learning your husband meet up with multiple women for God knows what.
The utter devastation of learning he began cheating while his wife was pregnant with their third and final child.
It takes some real fucking effort to pick yourself up after being discarded so cruelly by the one person in the world you thought had your back.
What I’ve realised through this entire saga is that I’m a goddam survivor.
I may have been brought to my knees, drowning in depression and anger, but I made it out the other fucking side.
There is nothing I cannot handle.
I can never be hurt like that again because I have hardened and become more resilient.
Even if I discovered my husband cheating again one day, I could shrug and walk away. I’d be mad but I wouldn’t be destroyed.
I’m near fucking invincible.
Yes, it would hurt, but nothing like the first time, when it seemed my world completely blew the fuck up and I was left standing in the middle holding the remnants of a grenade.
Anyone who makes light of affairs has not lived through it, and for that they should be fucking grateful.
Life may not always be so generous.
But this is the life I’ve had to live and adjust to. I didn’t ask for any of it. It was dumped on me by a thoughtless and selfish individual. We all had this shit dumped on us.
Life is better today. It’s different. I’m different. I’m happy! I smile a lot, and most of the negativity I once carried has gone.
My husband and I have rediscovered a very active sex life, which has been a revelation. Sex four or five times a week is the norm. Previously, we could go months without being sexually intimate. I enjoy this new closeness.
I don’t think of a certain bunny boiler much at all these days. I look back to that time and I swear I must have been fucking mad. The thought of being with that revolting human repulses me no end, although I’m sure my husband would be excited at the prospect of a threesome LOL.
Before my husband and I turned a corner, he made a comment to me that he thought I had “checked out” of our marriage, terminology I had used when writing here. I thought it was odd, that he used that phrasing, but tried not to think about it.
Then, that night when we were lying in bed and I tried to tell him about you-know-who, he told me I didn’t need to tell him anything. Why not? Maybe he already knew?
So dear husband, if you are reading this, please let me know.
Just say to me, “I know.”
And if I’m stressing and in the middle of something and carrying on and I turn around and snap at you, “Know what??”, please cradle my face in your hands, look me in the eye, and repeat, “I know.”
We now know where we stand with each other.
Let’s make a clean break and be open.
I think we at least owe each other that.