My ex-husband cheated on me with one of his coworkers. I walked in on them when he thought I would be gone and he, in typical fashion, told me it was my fault it happened. At this instant, I stood up to him. Told him this was not something he could flip back on me.
He was 30, she was 23. They’re together now and I am fairly certain the same thing will happen to her. Because that’s just the way of things. I feel justified and I also feel terribly sad for her because she doesn’t know any better. Because he’s a damaged human being. Because he will flip his insecurities back on her and make her -always- feel like she is less than her true worth.
I want to hate her, but I can’t fully. I can only feel sorry for her ignorance, for her own youthful arrogance. But also, I have absolutely no respect for her existence, because she knew better, but continued the encounter anyway.
There is justice in this world, but it is subtle. And I may never know the outcome of their conjoined misery, but I can feel in my heart of hearts that I tried to do the right thing.
Above all, I am free. Despite the horror of walking in on them, I am thankful for that encounter because now I am free.