Hear that? I'm NOT the worst husband in the world!

Got this today from a high school friend. Holy fucking shit. People are terrible. The husband in this case is an honest-to-God war hero, fresh home from Afghanistan after being wounded by the Taliban while charging up a mountain as the leader of his special forces unit. Names obviously scrubbed and/or changed.

Hey [blog owner]... it's me margaret. OK, don't know why I wrote that, but perhaps we could blame it on insanity. But LindyLou, why on earth would you be insane when your war hero husband is back from combat bruised, but mending, your little family is back together, and life is just a soothing warm muffin served on a pretty plate? Well, all is not what is seems. I may have washed and dried that pretty plate, but a filthy whore had sex in the muffin batter and I still ate it unknowingly. You see, let me tell ya a little story. The story of my marriage. We touched on this briefly and vaguely back in August, but of course I didn't share the sordid, horrible details. Hell, you would have been unconsious from all the damn bones falling out of the closet and pummelling your skull. Here we go: 2006. I'm pregnant, husband cheats on me with four women, two are co-workers, one is in classes with him, one is just the wife of a friend in which a threesome took place - classy! So ... flash forward to july 25, 2007. i'm cooking dinner, SallySue is a baby. my war hero is away, once again, in [redneck state] on some national guard training thing for six weeks. the phone rings. weird number. i answer it. weird man asks me if my husband is Douchenozzle McGee. yes, who is this and why. Bam ... starts telling me his wife and my husband had sex. had an affair. what? you've got to be kidding me. my husband is gentle and nerdy and would never do that. give me your email address. ok, here. check email. wow. tons of forwarded email. lots of stuff. ok, stay calm. call best friend. start to think. try, on a whim, to log into husband's email. guess password correctly and get in! find more women ... anonymous requests for sex, etc. find a myspace page with another woman - tons of picures of this woman with my husband. call family. cry a lot. still don't confront husband. dig, dig, dig, print. find out lots of info. call lawyer. find out a guy can screw 10,000 women and it doesn't mean a damn thing. law is simple - 20 percent for child support. split assets in half. if you can be amicable and share a lawyer you'll save money. confront husband. crying. begging. he comes home from trip. more crying, begging. immediately start couples therapy. husband tells me everything. every question i ask, he answers. tons of therapy. tons. out of network. two abortions from the myspace hooker. she was pregnant when i was! somehow, after lots of therapy, i learn to trust again. i think everything's gonna be ok. things seem good.

[Side note: he was wounded in mid-December, made it back to the US on Christmas Eve. Pictures on facebook of him with daughter and Santa Claus. So touching. Heartwarming. A Christmas Motherfucking Miracle]. 

flash forward to tues, jan. 5. check email before bed. see a name in the "so and so sent you a message on facebook". 12 messages in bold. THAT NAME. The name of the myspace abortion hooker who had posted zillions of pics of herself and my husband. she's emailing me to say it never ended. almost four years. tons and tons and tons of proof. photos. im logs. forwarded emails. no doubt whatsoever. so here i am. confronted him already. he begs for another chance (are you kidding me?). gonna get divorced. not sure why i'm telling you all this. i guess i just need to explain why my world as i know it has been obliterated. for some reason i feel you'll understand.

I'm not sure people are biologically built for the hypermonogamy of American marriages. Don't get me wrong, I never cheated on my ex, and she never actually cheated on me, even though she was looking for a while. But I can't excuse this guy. I just can't. Shit happens, proximity breeds desire, marriages are work. I can give a certain amount of leeway, and probably every person in a marriage should get a get out of jail card. Kiss a coworker after a late night meeting. Random hookup with a fellow traveler while on a business trip. Get it on with the neighbor's wife when both marriages are in a rut. Ok, not ideal but small scale. But this...this is beyond justification.

I can't believe I wasted emotional energy on this dick wishing him well when I heard he was wounded, getting a little misty seeing pictures of him reunited with his young daughter. I even felt like I gained some life perspective from his experience overseas. Well hell, MY problems aren't so bad - he just got wounded in the war!

Now I'm fucking up my karma wishing him ill. Dude should have taken shrapnel in the genitals.