You’ve got to check this out…

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I was just looking through my visitor stats when I saw a referrer that I didn’t recognize. That Girl Emily.

I have since spent the last 30 minutes reading her blog. This woman in her late 20’s, married, has had her whole world turned upside down. She has just found out that her husband has been having an affair with her BEST FRIEND. She would have been Emily’s Maid of Honor if not for Emily’s sister.

Some of her words…

You see, everyone, my husband of seven years has been putting his small, little tool into another woman’s toolbox. Not mine. My best friend’s, to be precise. Not only have they been trading reproductive juices, they’ve been doing it right under my nose. Can you say: adultery! And let’s just say that adultery is highly incriminating in divorce court.

and here she finds out how her husband is getting away with cheating with her best friend…

This is what happened yesterday. I went to see the PI. He told me that Steven has a private credit card I don’t know about. A credit card I’m not supposed to know about. It’s been piling up hotel charges. Hotels in the city. Hotels I’ve never been to. Usually, when Steven goes out on company meals, a credit card for expense accounts is brought along. No one every pays with their own. Steven’s private credit card had numerous restaurants charged on it. Restaurants I’ve always wanted to go to. Restaurants I’ve never been to. The PI called Steven “sloppy.” Not the modifier I’d use. Steven’s phone records show he’s been dialing a number that’s not work. That all those times while we were in Nantucket, when he had to go to town and get service for his cell, he wasn’t calling work. He was calling another number. Residential.

This certainly caught my attention…

They think they can just walk away from this. Their games have been played for the last month. Months? My games are just starting. They don’t know what kind of shit they’ve just stepped in. Flies everywhere. I have friends in high and low places. It’s time to call in some favors. It’s time to draw up my own games. It’s time for them to feel what I’m feeling. Everyone reading this blog will have front row seats.(Click here for her blog)

So many things I want to say about what she’s going through I have a feeling this might be a long post. Allow me to ramble for a bit.

This might not be as much about you as it is about your husband and the need to have his ego stroked. I’m certainly no expert but I can tell you why I had an an affair.

I had an affair simply because a very hot woman kept grabbing my ass, which led to us talking, which led to her telling me she wanted to fuck. While I obviously knew that I would break my girl’s heart, I decided to think about the sex and put my girl’s feelings to the side. I figured that what she won’t know, won’t hurt her. While I found myself loving her more that ever before, I still wanted the sex. My penis was doing all the talking and I figured I could get away with it so why not.

I had guilt from before we even started. I “fought” myself. Obviously not hard enough. I wanted the ass. A conquest. I wanted to fuck her like the nasty hoe she was. Literally. She wanted to wave her ass in my direction, I was going to tap it

Our affair carried on for a bit eventually the sex turned into feelings for both of us , which is right around the time I started feeling very shameful and guilty. Yet, I still carried on the charade. A few months later, my girlfriend and I got in to an argument over something. I can’t for the life of me remember what it was about. Must have not been that important.

I had been looking to confess to my girlfriend about the affair. Or maybe it was more of a realization that while I was “the man” to my friends for a few months while I was sleeping with two women, I was breaking the heart of a woman that loved me very much. The guilt was consuming me.

In the heat of our argument, I came out and told her that I was cheating on her. Like I was looking for a fight so that I could tell her. Before she could get too animated and before the volume could get high I got my ass out of there. I knew we both needed some time apart.

I was more worried she was going to kick my ass, or find someone to.

Why did I cheat on her? I wanted sex with this woman. I didn’t want to date her, I didn’t want to call her on the phone, I didn’t want to buy her stuff, I didn’t want to get to know her. I just wanted to fuck. It wasn’t personal. I wasn’t thinking of her at all. It was all about ME..

Now back to Emily.

This post is about Emily and how she is getting screwed by the two people near and dear to her heart. I can’t even imagine what that must feel like. I’ve never been cheated on, only been the dirty, lying, cheating bastard.

I hope she keeps on writing. While I have my own selfish curiosity to satisfy, I think she’ll find that writing her experiences down will help her to get through this. While the random readers that will read her words aren’t feeling her pain, chances are most of then are still feeling for her. I know I am.

If her husband gets out of this mess he’s created without getting his ass kicked, he should consider himself a lucky man. At the very least he deserves a very heavy-handed slap across his face. Not a backhand. Open-handed with fingers outstretched for maximum effect and driven home with a great follow-through. Enough force to snap his head to the side but not enough power behind it leave a bruise.

She should leave the bruising for his ego AND wallet when she takes all that what will be rightfully hers. Take him for half and then some. Get every single right and benefit to being married. Then when she’s taken all she can from him, Emily should take a little more. Knock him down a few pegs.

Other than that…It’s going to be a long and painful journey. She’s going to need to keep going to Pilates, not just for the incredible health and self-esteem benefits, but she’s going to need that time to get in touch with what is going on inside.

That is, if that damn newbie can keep her skinny ass out of her spot in the front row, second person from the window. Perfect mirror view, just the right amount of direct sunlight.

Enough of me rambling on. Go read Emily’s blog by clicking here.

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