The author of this story has chosen to stay Anonymous, but is known to Mamamia.
An open letter to the other woman,
For so many years, my husband and I struggled with our marriage. Raising our children was our priority and we had lost who we each were except for a mother and a father and provider for our children.
Then, we were blindsided when I was diagnosed with cancer. Multiple surgeries, hospital visits and having to provide unwavering support had taken its toll on him and my insecurities pushed him away.
I guess I didn’t see how a man could still find me attractive with hideous scars and anxiety gripping my every thought.
He stood by me and was the first person I saw when I came out of each surgery but I had put a wall up between us and it was hard for him to break through.
The way your affair started with him was so cliché. I had been working an 80-hour week, exhausted and angry and so terribly sad at my circumstances. It was the holidays and he was looking after the kids, feeling lonely and shut out. And you told him all the words a man wants to hear when his wife is too tired or too absent from the marriage to say to him.
You put him on the pedestal that I had dragged him down from. He told you his marriage was failing, he loved his kids and loved me but didn’t think he was in love with me anymore but didn’t know how to fix it.
You told him he was amazing, such a kind person and he had been through hell, you understood he had given it his all and told him that maybe if he took a chance on you it would all be so much better.
I knew the first time he slept with you. Even though I was exhausted and on edge, I wasn’t blind.
I noticed his attitude shift, his new sense of confidence, how he started to hide his phone, he even changed the pin code so I couldn’t get into it to read the messages you were sending back and forth.
I confronted him about it but he said you were his friend, someone he could talk to. Our daughters were friends and I was stupid to think that anything was going on because he wasn’t physically attracted to you; it was just someone different he could open up to.
Of course, it helped that you didn’t work and were always available to chat. Over the following months he and I fought. A lot.
I would accuse him of sleeping with you and I even confronted you several times but you looked me in the eye and told me nothing was going on.
But I knew.
Women’s intuition is an amazing tool we are all given from birth and mine was screaming loudly. He came home one day after being with you, told me he was no longer in love with me and it broke me.
Here was the man I had spent 16 years with, raised a family with and beaten cancer with, and he wanted to throw it all away.