I find myself reeling from my current life situation and I snapped last night. I sent OW several text messages and I'm not proud and don't feel better for doing so.
The ugly truth:
Text 1:
I didn't hate you. I hated that you didn't value my friendship. I loved and admired you until your actions showed me how little you thought of me. I have enough empathy to know this is hell for you, although you had a choice where I did not. Your hell is well deserved and I'm grateful for it. Now you may experience a tiny fraction of the pain I'm feeling. I have asked some very painful questions of H and he has provided me with some painful answers so I have no need to hear details from you. I'm glad T didn't want to see you in the hospital and that I had no interest to be cordial to you outside of work, which is what I presume set you off to punish me. It is a blessing to finally know the truth.
Text 2:
And if you're still searching for the truth, the truth is you have no concept of integrity or what it means to be a friend. You and H are a perfect match. Liars, low class, not worth your weight in dog s***.
Text 3:
The nerve of you to text me that your life is ruined because of my lying husband? You are pathetic and pitiful. I hope you are happy with your decision to come clean. I know I am.
*****
Horrible, I know. I told H that I sent the texts.
I hate that I allowed my emotions get the best of me.
M: 37 H: 36 Married: Aug 13, 2004 Decision to Divorce: July 20, 2008 Reconciled: September 2008 Current: Ambivalence
