I met you in May 2000 when my friend and your coworker invited us both to a restaurant grand opening. We had no idea she was setting us up to meet and we both talked about how we had thought about backing out and not going that night. Had we not gone where would our lives be now? We did meet and we fell in love. We couldn’t wait to talk each day, touch each other, or just laugh together.
A few months after meeting we moved in together. Having five children between us and a dog, was it too much? Maybe we should have waited a year to get to know each other. I was struggling financially and your need to help me learn to budget what little money I had, allowing us two incomes and a roof over our head was the blessing I needed. Never once did you offer me money, yet what you did was throw that life preserver that allowed me to be the best single mother I could be. I was no longer struggling and wondering if my car was going to be taken away. I felt alive and loved for the first time in a long time.
You were the introvert of the relationship and I was the social butterfly. You played in a cover band which allowed your social side to come out and I loved watching you play. I felt honored to watch that band go from playing in a basement to opening for a big-name band at a festival.
You loved me or at least I thought. You were possessive and hated it when other men would pay attention to me. You made certain they knew I belonged to you. At the time, I thought this was great that any man would feel this way, now I know it was not normal.
And then reality reared its ugly head.
Two years later I discovered you were having an affair. I didn’t want to believe it but all signs pointed to the fact that you were. Your mistress was married with three small children and you built her house for her and her husband. I would meet her at a bar before finding out about the affair. You were all over her that night which is so not like you. This was not you, not at all. I forgave you and I stayed even after all the hateful things you said to me. I stayed because after months of knowing this was going on, I too reached out to my ex and had an affair. Two wrongs do not make a right and for that I apologize. I know now I should have walked away before all that started and saved my dignity.
Our marriage was an emotional roller coaster of ups and downs. Being a readymade family at times could be difficult but I sure loved your boys and I thought you loved my kids. You spent time with them and they loved hearing you make up silly songs on your guitar. They admired you and for me that was a bonus, finding a man to be a father to my youngest whose father chose to be absent in his life.
I stood beside you through all your job changes and the moves and the emotional struggles you dealt with. I held your head on my shoulder and allowed you to cry many times with the stress of your job or your boys. I felt as a wife and a partner that’s what we are supposed to do. For better for worse, right?
Too bad the ‘and they lived happily ever after” was not going to be our story.
You transferred your job down South and I followed you shortly after. Leaving my family, my two adult children and dragging a 14-year-old who had severe panic attacks and my dog to a life with you in another state. I still ask to this day, what did you give up? I don’t see anything looking back that you ever gave up. It was always about you, your job, your drama, your kids, your stress. I played second to a job you worked 7 days a week but I never complained because you were the breadwinner, even though I did have a job.
When I discovered your second affair in October 2013, I fell apart.
The way you did it was horrendous and how you hurt not just me but my kids was the worst anyone could do to a human being. She was married, worked for you, and again had a small child. She was your sons age! You two would laugh at my expense and that hurt. What did I ever mean to you? No explaination, no reason why, just we are done and you moved me out. I deserved something more than that.
You asked to remain in my kid’s life after the divorce which I left up to them. You did for a year and then you disappeared. I think that is what hurts the most. I can forgive the affairs because due to the loneliness I felt when I was with you, I too sought out others to fulfill my needs which was wrong and I know that.
I see you today, 4 years later, at a gym in town with her. She is still married, still working beside you. I often wonder why karma has not sought you both out. But then I am told by friends, how do I know it hasn’t? You have lied to your friends, your family and your bosses. You have tried to bury everyone making it seem like you did nothing wrong when you know in your heart you did.
If only you realized how much I truly loved you and how much I miss that person I met in May 2000. I was proud to be your wife and I loved you very much. The person I see before me today, I do not know him and I do not wish too. I am very happy in my life and so many wonderful things have occurred. I have found peace in my life and where I belong. I am closer to my kids and my family. I have never felt so blessed.
Maybe the only thing I need to say to you is thank you for setting me free.