Thanks for stopping by. I hope things are okay with you.
I think I was more worried about my husband flipping out because originally (months ago) when this first happened I sent her an email telling her exactly what I throught of her behavior. She told my husband about it and he cut off my phone service (without even telling me!). Boy was I furious!!!! I immediately grabbed my daughter's cell phone, called my husband and screamed that I was going to make his life completely miserable. Then I hung up and called about 20 people at her company and let them know about her affair with him.
Even after the affair was "over" he still did get mad at me when I bothered her. For example, when I finally learned where her husband worked I told him about the affair. Later that afternoon I thought my husband was going to kill me!!! He was so angry. I refused to even see him for days. I even bought one of those slide locks for the door because I was afraid of him coming in when I was asleep and murdering me (I tend to have a big imagination).
Then over the summer there was another time he had to fly out there for work (she works at the same company in another state). At this time we were starting to get a long again and sort of dating. My husband was suppose to return on a Friday evening to take the kids for the weekend, but his mother told me he was staying through Saturday. Normally they always return on Friday after work unless they want to socialize. So I flipped out, called her husband and told him I thought my husband might be staying there and seeing his wife. Of course, my husband did come back on Friday night, his mother had misunderstood him. My husband was furious at me because he didn't want to deal with OW calling him and being angry with him.
So.... to try and make this long story short... even when things were over between both of them, and we were quite together, he still would get angry with me those few times I bothered her.
Maybe some feelings were still there? Maybe he just didn't want the hassle of angry OW or the embarassment of the situation?
There is no arriving, ever. It is all a continual becoming.
