Images: iStock. By Amanda Chatel.
Yes, I know that puts me in the “crazy” category, but f*ck it.
My husband and I, already separated since August and living in different countries, were no more.
Although it was a messy ending due to both his laziness and lack of spine, I foolishly believed in the back of my head that we could be friends someday — that is, until I was pushed to go looking for some sh*t on the Internet.
Truth be told, I don’t usually send people sh*t when I’m pissed off. After I have my immediate breakdown — one in which many F-bombs and screams are released into the void of the night sky — I plot their demise, as most normal people do, then go to bed. But in this case, it was different.
After analysing what was said, what wasn't said, plus some brewing up of suspicions on my part, my husband decided to come clean about a cold hard fact: He, a 48-year-old man, had cheated on me with a 20-year-old; a sprite young thing just two years older than his own daughter (not mine; a daughter from a previous marriage).
If that weren't enough, they were "soulmates" (they both like The Beatles and have the same birthday) and she was moving in with him. And just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, she, his 20-year-old "soulmate," sent me a poem; a poem she wrote about me.
In her broken English, she scripted several stanzas depicting me, the horrible woman who was crushing her husband's soul, and she, the "little girl" who was in love with him and wanted to save him. For all the gibberish it contained (and there was A LOT), I was at least grateful to see that she could recognise that she's just a "little girl," which, to be honest, makes it even creepier.
It was one thing for him to break promises, to never live up to his potential, or never do all the things he promised to do (the major reason for our split), but once you threw in the rest of it in all its ridiculousness, I snapped. (Post continues after gallery.)
I wasn't just a woman scorned and betrayed, but a woman chanting, "Revenge is a dish best served cold" in her sleep, while he and his 20-year-old girlfriend firmly believed they had done nothing wrong.
In their minds, if anyone was wrong it was me. How dare I stand in the way of their soulmate-ness! I mean, how am I supposed to live with myself knowing I've caused these two SO MUCH PAIN.
Before I took to Google, I briefly considered packing up my own shit. Yes, I know that puts me in the "crazy" category, but f*ck it. You get cheated on by your husband, then receive a poem from his 20-year-old girlfriend, and then we can talk.