This post originally appeared on Role Reboot.
When I found out about my husband’s infidelity, I freaked out.
I exploded. I went a little nuts in the moment. Personally, I feel like this is a perfectly reasonable response when you’re blindsided with something as horrible as finding out your husband has been cheating on you. He begged to differ, but that’s beside the point.
As many scorned partners do, I blamed the other woman for his transgressions. It was easier for me to be angry at her, to blame her for his choices, than it was for me to face up to a rather simple truth: she didn’t break a vow, he did.
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Instead of seeing what was so glaringly obvious to people on the outside — that he was a philandering jackass — I chose to contact the women he cheated on me with. Yes, women. There were many. The first of which was an 18-year-old girl who worked as an intern in his office. I wrote her a scathing email, removed her from his contact list, threatened to tell her boss (a woman she had been babysitting for since she was 13), and made sure he let her know just how angry I was.
That was undoubtedly a dick move, undertaken by a hurting woman. I shouldn’t have done that. She was a young girl, a teenager, and I should have shown compassion.
The second woman I contacted (who also happened to be the last woman he cheated on me with), I’m ashamed to say, I handled in the same way.
I contacted her on Facebook. I called her horrible names. I threatened her. I threatened to ruin her burgeoning acting career. She dumped him on the spot, which sent him running to my hotel room. He sat there on the bed and told me, “She dumped me and I really liked her.” Yes, we were married. Yes, he said this to me, his wife, effectively pounding my heart into pudding. No, I didn’t feel sorry for him.
And yet I stayed. I went back with him. I continued to blame these other women instead of seeing what should have been so obvious.
It was his fault. Not theirs. He didn’t deserve me and I should have left years before.
I don’t know what lies he told them. I do know that the last woman knew he was married and she knew me personally. Is she responsible for the part she played in all of it? Of course. But, she isn’t responsible for the choices he made.