Note: This is a letter I wrote to Tammy Faye but never sent. In hindsight I’m glad I didn’t because they had probably already started messing around again.
Dear Tammy Faye,
You said you maintain contact with my husband’s whore because she’s family. You also tried to reassure me that you didn’t think they had ever met up in person and actually had sex. As I said to you, some days I wish they had simply met up and fucked each other’s brains out and that was the end of it. It would hurt. It would be disgusting. But it would have been simply about sex, and nothing more. Unfortunately, what I have to deal with is their emotional affair and those types of affairs can be even more dangerous. This is how one website put it: Some argue that an emotional affair is harmless because it is more of a casual relationship than traditional cheating; however, the intimate nature of the communication, plus the emotional investment made by the people involved, places an emotional affair on the same level or worse as traditional cheating.
It is much more dangerous for a marriage should your spouse connect with someone emotionally than physically. Anyone who finds himself or herself drawn to another person on an emotional level should consider the possible consequences of such an affair. Emotional affairs are just as likely to lead to divorce and physical affairs.
I have heard it said that an emotional affair is just an affair that has yet to become physical. I am sure that if they hadn’t been caught it would have only been a matter of time before they found a way to meet up and take it to the next level. I have no doubt that if they hadn’t been caught that he would have continued flying out to see you every 2-3 months and eventually they would have met up and began a physical affair as well.
Even without sex there was a lot that went on between the two of them. I don’t even know the full extent of it because he deleted all of his texts and FB messages between the two of them as soon as I found out. From talking to him this is what I do know: I know they told each other they loved one another. I know they talked about a future together. I know she asked if he thought my kids would get along with her kids. I know she asked him if my kids would like her. I know when Zack was going to get his tattoo and he was going to bring her along that she was going to get a tattoo of a sparrow on her foot to represent their true love. I know they talked all the way to work every single day. I know he texted her on the weekends when he went to the coffee shop by himself. I know they talked an awful lot about sex and did a lot of sexting. I know that she cried when he ended it, and when I asked him if she really thought he would leave me for her he told me that yes, he really thought she did. I also know that The Saint found out they were messing around again and when Zack asked what she was going to do about it she told him that she wasn’t going to do anything because she didn’t care if her husband knew or not.
You seemed shocked when I mentioned Harley sending naked pictures to Zack all summer long so I’m not sure how much Zack went into detail when he confessed to you what he had done. My guess would be that he tried to make it seem as innocent as possible, maybe like it was just the two of them texting completely innocent stuff back and forth and maybe enjoying one another’s company too much. But that’s not what happened. If you’re going to continue to interact with her “because she’s family” then I think it’s only fair that I get to tell you everything that happened between them, at least as far as I can get out of Zack. He hasn’t exactly been forthcoming on the details and his story changes quite often. But so far, this is what I have. And again, all of this (or at least most of it) is according to Zack.
In May of 2013, the day before Mother’s Day, he was sitting in the bathtub looking like he was having an anxiety attack. I asked him if he was ok and he said he wasn’t. I asked him what was wrong and he told me he couldn’t tell me because I would hate him, so I told him to tell me what he had done. At that point he “confessed” that he had been texting other women. He didn’t say what they were texting to one another. Again, no details. But I did ask him who they were, to which he replied, “I don’t really know two of them; I know them from online. I only know one of them.” So I asked who the one was that he did know and that’s when he told me it was Harley. “Harley Buttwipe? Your cousin?” I asked him. He said yes. I was absolutely shell shocked and had no idea what to say or do. I remember crying and him asking what he could do, promising he would end all contact. I asked him if he wanted a divorce and he assured me that he didn’t.
At that point I had no idea what they were texting about. I had my suspicions, but also knowing Zack it could have been something as simple as him confiding in her about his marriage and him feeling guilty. And believe me, there were many times I tried to convince myself of that. I had no idea who the other women were but I suspected they were people that played Words With Friends or Pop Song with him.
Turns out I was wrong. I wouldn’t find out until October that there were no “women”. It was one woman. Harley. The other two he mentioned were simply women who had posted to an internet forum. They posted innocent questions about their problems and he, along with many other people, had replied to them. But in order to make the situation with Harley sound less ominous he decided it would be better to make it sound like she was one of many women he was texting. I was wrong about this. He let me believe there had been no one else but Harley; however, I ended up finding one of his other sluts- Anne. There had been multiple women he was sexting. Also turns out that only a few days prior to confessing what he had been doing he was messaging his nephew on Facebook to see if he could bring a guest with him when he got his tattoo. He was telling him he was going to marry her. I know this for a fact because I copied and saved his messages to him. He told him he couldn’t say much because he had to protect the young and innocent but that one day he (his nephew) would be related to her, this mystery guest. And finally, I would later find out that the only reason he “confessed” was because The Saint and Harley had gotten into a fight. I’m assuming because he had found the text messages between the two of them. The Saint sent me a FB message to tell me they were having an affair and told Harley about it when they fought. Harley then turned around and told Zack what The Saint had done. Zack got onto my computer and deleted the message from my email and my FB and then blocked The Saint so he couldn’t contact me, and then supposedly broke things off with her for a short time.
Backing things up a bit, he told me later in August when The Saint clued me in to the fact that Zack had been lying to me and cheating on me all summer long, that it had started in late April/early May. He says that when she posted her profile picture, the one where he told her she looked fantastic, that they weren’t messing around then but that it was the beginning of it. He says that he asked her how her life was and she told him it wasn’t that rosy. When he inquired why she told him her marriage wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be, that her husband had put her into bankruptcy several times. He commiserated with her and shared his own unhappiness. At some point she told him that she could envision a future with him. Apparently, the fact that her knight in shining armor was married with two kids wasn’t a deterrent. He “confessed” to me on May 11th and had already been telling his nephew he was going to marry her by the 9th. Not only did I learn from those messages between the two of them (the nephew and Zack) that she was going to go with him to get his tattoo and she was going to get one as well, I got to see the picture of the tattoo she wanted. As I said earlier, she wanted a sparrow on her foot to represent the true love that the two of them had found with one another. No more than 2 weeks and she was planning on tattooing a permanent symbol of her love and devotion to him on her body. That’s not something I would call nothing.
He would later admit in August that he had broken things off for about 2 weeks and then he reached out to her again, telling her he missed her. And according to him she told him that she missed him, too, and she thought she would never hear from him again.
I was completely clueless. I didn’t want to dwell on what had happened and I didn’t want to make it out to be a bigger deal than it was. At that time I wasn’t even completely sure of what had happened. I didn’t know if they had been sexting, if they were simply talking, if he was feeling guilty because he enjoyed talking to her or had been confiding in her about his marriage. I had no clue. I certainly didn’t think she was sending him naked pictures or that he was in love with her, or that they had been talking about getting married. Things seemed to get a little better, but then, of course, once he started up with her again they began to deteriorate.
Zack was going to go to Jezebel’s wedding by himself and I noticed that Harley would like things on his wall. She was always posting inspirational quotes on her page. Jezebel had posted a picture of Zack in his East Dull uniform and thanked him for his service over Memorial Day weekend and was bragging about how wonderful he was and Harley had liked that which I thought was very strange. I couldn’t figure out why she would be liking anything having to do with my husband after he had dumped her. Stupid me. It turns out it was because they were once again madly in love and back together.
I remember him telling me shortly after he confessed to texting her in May that he wanted the Whoreville plant. He said he could visit you more often. I remember telling him that he could always stay in our former state and fly out to see you every few months but to stay away from Harley. He never said a word. As the day he was to fly out came closer I felt more and more anxious. There was a knot in my stomach and I wondered if she was going to be at the wedding, if they would be there together. I kept envisioning the two them using the wedding as their debut as a couple, only no one would know the truth except Jezebel and Husband #3. Everyone else would just think it was two cousins catching up. No one would question them dancing together, eating together, laughing together, even going off someplace together. I told him I would miss him and to be good and he just kinda blew me off. He didn’t keep in close contact while he was gone; I got maybe one text a day. He texted Harley just as much, if not more, than me, and while I have no proof of this, I’m sure he sent her the same pictures of the wedding that he sent to me. Afterall, she was supposed to be the one there with him. I barely ate the entire time he was gone. I had no appetite. I cleaned the house and made sure everything was perfect when he came home. And then I printed off copies of her profile picture from FB (the one where he thought she looked “fantastic”) and hung them in different parts of the house.
He came home and the very next day she blocked me on FB. I definitely thought something was up at that point. Realistically, the only way she would have known I was even looking on her FB page was if Zack told her. And when I went to try to block her I found her husband’s name in my list of blocked contacts, which I also found to be strange. Now, obviously I should have figured it out at that point but my mind was making up all kinds of scenarios in which they were no longer fooling around. Maybe they had still been in contact but when he came home and saw the pictures he called it off and she got mad and blocked me. Maybe he had called it off when he was there. Maybe she was mad because he didn’t get together with her when he was back home for the wedding. I tried to tell myself anything but the truth. But here’s what I believe to be the truth now. I think she was tired of waiting for Zack to leave me. He was telling her he loved her and wanted to be with her, that they had a future together and our marriage was dead. But, according to him, he had also told her he would never leave his kids. When he told her I had put her pictures up in the house I think she figured that was her chance to tell me about the two of them without actually telling me. She knew that if she blocked me it was as good as waving a banner with the words: I’m still screwing around with your husband, in front of my face. I honestly believe she expected me to confront him and that either I would throw him out, or I would demand he choose between the two of us and she thought he would choose to leave me and go be with her, his true love, his soul mate. He may have told her that he would never leave his kids but I wouldn’t be surprised if she figured that if I left him it wouldn’t matter whether or not he was willing to leave his kids. His kids would already be as good as gone if I left him and then he would have no reason to not be with her.
I told my friend J what had happened and she told me that it wasn’t good and urged me to set up my own bank account and transfer money into it. Instead, I made an appointment with a marriage counselor. It took me a week to work up my courage to tell him and once I did he refused to go, as I predicted. We had a huge fight that night. I confronted him and asked him why she had blocked me. He played dumb and said that was between the two of us and he had no idea. When asked if he was in contact with her he lied and said no. When I asked if she had been at the wedding he said no. When I asked if they had made plans to meet up he lied and said no. I asked him what all they had talked about when they had texted and he refused to tell me, saying he didn’t want to get into that. I don’t remember everything that was said but I do remember going into the house, crying. Later I talked to him in our room and told him I thought we could happier than before. He told me it had been too long and it would just be weird to be happy with me now. I remember telling him that he had told me he loved me and said he had always loved me only six weeks earlier, and then asked if he still loved me and that’s when he told me he didn’t know. He told me he cared about me and that I was a good mother but he didn’t know if he loved me. He also told me that he wanted things to go back to the way things had been, with me doing my thing and him doing his. Well, I know I was pretty involved with PTA, Bunko, and the kids, but the only thing I can think he was involved with was Harley, so apparently I was going to keep doing PTA and Bunko and he was going to keep doing Harley. And if I couldn’t do that then he didn’t know what he was going to do, tacitly threatening me with divorce. I told him I wasn’t giving up on us and he just kinda shrugged.
I think it’s apparent why I believe Harley blocked me in hopes of egging on a confrontation. I sincerely believe if I had confronted him and accused him of being involved with her and then made him choose, he would have chosen her at that point in time.
Interestingly enough, he would later tell me that that was the day he knew he still loved me. He said it made him realize that I cared. Interesting still because I have asked him if the problem was I didn’t get hysterical enough in May when he first confessed to being involved with Harley and he always says no. Editor’s Note: No, he was finally getting his fucking Ego Kibbles!
It also turns out that the weekend I was taking Rock Star to Regionals for gymnastics and he was telling me he loved me and always had (only six weeks prior to our confrontation), he was busy sexting with Harley. Telling me he loved me and then turning around and telling her all he wanted to do to her. I also realized that during Teacher Appreciation Week when he was gushing over all that I do and how incredible I was he was involved with her.
So, after our ugly confrontation where my husband tells me he doesn’t know if he still loves me or not I set out to win him over and show him that our relationship can be better than ever. I was incredibly stupid and did not realize he was still screwing around with his whore. I spent the entire summer in a hot garage listening to rap music with him. We would fool around or even have sex and then he’d turn around a few hours later, walk out our front door, text Harley good morning and then he would call her and they would talk all the way to work. Every day he would tell her he loved her. He never once said those words to me. I went 3 1/2 months without ever hearing him tell me he loved me because he was too busy telling her that he loved her.
Despite the fact that he refused to say the words, and I wouldn’t say it because I didn’t want to pressure him, things did seem to be improving. When he flew home in July while he was out east for a business trip I didn’t feel anxious. When Jezebel posted that picture of her and Zack together I waited to see if Harley would like it. When she never did I figured that she was finally out of our lives. Oh, how stupid and naive I was.
Then came August 14th, the day of Rock Star’s birthday party and the day I read the message from The Saint, asking me if I had a good lawyer yet.
I called Zack on my way home from the store and told him I had received a message from Harley’s husband. He asked me what he had said and I told him. Then I asked him why I was receiving messages from him. That’s when he finally admitted that they were still “talking”. I asked him why he would do such a thing when he knew how I felt. His answer was that they really really liked each other and they had a lot in common. I told him she was just a fantasy and asked if she was worth losing his wife and kids over to which he replied he knew he didn’t want to lose his kids. I asked him what they talked about and he asked me what I thought they talked about, to which I replied, “I think you talk about sex, and how much you love each other, and how much you want to be together.” When he didn’t say anything I asked him if he wanted to tell me that I was wrong, and he told me I wasn’t wrong. So right there he’s admitting they love each other and they’re planning a life together. At that point the fact that they talk about all the sexual things they want to do to one another doesn’t really matter. And it was pretty much at that point that I figured he was going to leave me for her. I remember him telling me that I had known he hadn’t been happy in years and me replying that that wasn’t all my fault- I had begged him to go to counseling. I had begged him to do stuff with us. I had even suggested we start doing a date night since the kids were older and could stay at home by themselves for a while. I also asked him if he thought having an affair was going to make things better for us. At one point I pointed out to him that he was going to have four step kids and asked him if he was ready for that and if he was willing to give up being a full time father to his own kids to raise hers. Reminded him that those kids might not welcome him with open arms since he was responsible for breaking up their parents’ marriage. I told him several times to end it with her, to send her a text ending it and to show me that he had sent it. He kept saying he didn’t know what I wanted him to do. Finally I said, “I’ve told you 3 times. End it! Send her a text message ending it and then show it to me. That’s what I want!” I asked him what he wanted and he didn’t know (so much for knowing he was in love with me since June!) Finally, towards the end I told him that he wasn’t the only one that deserved to be happy. I deserved to be happy, too, and I deserved more than being with someone who was just killing time with me until he could divorce me once Picasso was out of high school or college. So either send her the text message and show it to me as proof, or I’m done. I can’t keep going like this.
I hung up the phone and called J. She asked me if I thought he would do it (send the text and end the relationship). I told her no, I didn’t. I honestly thought I was headed towards divorce. She told me that I needed to call my mom at this point and I needed to let her know what was going on. As I told you back at the house I tried two or three times to get ahold of her but I never did. I’m assuming it’s because she was busy making funeral arrangements for my stepdad. An hour or so later he texted me that he didn’t want to lose any of us and then eventually he texted and said he would send her a text message ending it.
According to him he called her as soon as he got off the phone with me and told her The Saint had contacted me. She asked him what they were going to do. He told her he couldn’t do this anymore and that’s when she began to cry. He waited a few seconds and then told her he could never leave me, said goodbye and hung up the phone. She later sent him a text message telling him that they could not be. It wasn’t right to break up two families. She was dying because she had hurt her children so much and had hurt the man who had stood by her through thick and thin and kept the vows that she couldn’t. She told him she was deactivating her FB account and begged him to never phone, text, or email her again. She told him, “Let’s just walk away. Go home and repair the damage. Make it work.” That was the text message he sent me to prove that they had ended it, or more specifically, that he ended it. His message to her was along the lines of: At first I was mad at The Saint but what he said is true and what you say is true, too. I’m going to go home and try to repair the damage and try to be the man I’m supposed to be, the father I’m supposed to be, the husband I’m supposed to be. Don’t call or contact me either. And this was also the text exchange I had asked him about and wondered why, if he had already ended it, she felt the need to send him that sort of text. She didn’t need to tell him they couldn’t be if he had already ended it. She didn’t need to tell him to leave her alone, practically begging him to not contact her, if he had already made it clear that it was over and he was done with her. But he insists he had indeed ended it and he said he believed she sent this to save face, or to make it more real to herself. When questioned why he played along with it instead of reminding her that he had already chosen his wife he said it was because he felt bad for hurting her. Yes, the whore of 3 1/2 months who got involved with him knowing full well he was married with kids was owed more compassion than the wife of 18 1/2 years. Instead of concentrating on the fact that he lied and humiliated me all summer long he was concentrating on the fact that she was hurting, supposedly because he had ended things with the woman who was not his wife.
There were many questions I had while I was back home with my family and I asked most of them, I believe. But it’s hard to get a clear answer. Or, was. We don’t ever talk about it now. He would say on one hand that they had talked about a future together and he thought she really believed he would leave me for her, and then on the other hand, when asked when he was planning on leaving me he would tell me he never planned on it. I don’t know if he was going to have me killed or he was hoping I’d die of a heart attack or something, but when pressed he will swear he never had any plans to divorce me. Then again, I’ve asked him if they talked on the phone much and he had said no. Then he says they talked on the phone all the way to work every day. Oh, well, I mean in comparison to how much we texted we didn’t talk on the phone a lot, he would explain. Did you have plans to meet up with her any of the times you went home? No. Oh, except for the time she was going to go with me when I got my tattoo and she was going to tattoo a sparrow on her foot to symbolize our true love. Except for that time. She worked all the time. It was hard to get away. He’ll tell me their plan was for him to move everyone closer together and then he turns around and says he didn’t want the Whoreville plant for her; he wanted it for him. The fact that he started planting seeds to be sent to Whoreville only a week or so after he started screwing around with Harley is just an odd coincidence. Were you two declaring your love for one another by the time you went to Jezebel’s wedding. No. Oops, looks like he was already talking about marrying her in early May.
I didn’t find out about the messages between him and his nephew until October 23rd. And as I told him, I couldn’t figure out why that threw me for such a loop when I knew they had talked about a future together, knew they had told each other they loved one another. But I finally realized it was because he had spent so much time making me think it was nothing, no big deal, or that it was something small that just snowballed into something bigger, a gradual deepening of feelings. In fact, he had told me once when I asked when they first said they loved one another that he couldn’t remember because it didn’t happen all at once; it was a gradual thing. The reality, the TRUTH, was it was extremely serious from the first moment they decided to fool around. It was never a situation where they talked dirty to one another and thought of it as nothing more than a little harmless flirting, or attention from someone other than their spouse who wasn’t giving them what they wanted or needed. No, pretty much from the moment he told her she looked fantastic and she admitted to him that her marriage wasn’t doing so well they were setting a course that would end with them dumping their spouses and being together. When asked who started it Zack has said it was him, that he’s the one that told her she looked fantastic and it took off from there. But I have no idea who made the first move to make things sexual. I do know that she was the one who first said she could envision a future with him. I don’t know if they talked about it (sexting) first or if one of them just shot off a naughty message to the other one and it went from there. In fairness, I also know that he was the one that asked her for pictures and she obliged. What I also know is that there was never a moment where it was simply “fun” or a distraction. It was always about them being soul mates, about them being in love, about them having a future together. She was asking him how our kids would get along, for crying out loud! Asking him if my kids would like her! That’s not a person who is thinking this is some harmless fling. This is a person who has decided her life is with this other man, a man already married to someone else.
So perhaps you understand better now why it’s so difficult to watch as you and everyone else interacts with her as though she’s done nothing wrong. She almost destroyed my marriage. I say she almost destroyed my marriage and not that the two of them did it together because I firmly believe that the gloves came off when she blocked me; I will always believe she took that step to coerce a confrontation between me and Zack because she thought either I’d toss him to the curb once I found out about them or he’d leave if pressured by me to make a choice. I also don’t think it was an accident that her husband found her phone TWICE. One time I could chalk up to being careless. But the second time? You’ve either got to be stupid or want to get caught, and despite my dislike for her I don’t believe she’s stupid. I think that once again she was planning on having other people do her dirty work for her. If Zack wasn’t willing to leave his kids for her then maybe she could get me to leave him, thereby taking his kids, and his excuse for not being with her, away. Zack doesn’t think she knew The Saint had contacted me again but I’m not so sure. I definitely don’t think she would have told Zack if she had found out. The last time she did that it ended with him breaking it off, and Zack said the reason The Saint contacted me was because he wanted it to stop and Harley refused to end things with Zack. I guess he figured if I knew about it then maybe I could make it stop. I just look at what she said when Zack told her I knew: What are we going to do? Not, what are you going to do, Zack? It was what are WE going to do now? Remember, her husband already knew and she had made it clear to Zack, and probably to The Saint as well, that she didn’t care if he knew. She had no intentions of stopping. Her future, as far as she was concerned, was with my husband. Now that I knew, her question wasn’t what Zack was going to do but what were the two of them together going to do. My guess is she was waiting for him to tell her he was going to file for divorce immediately so they could be together. She was probably thinking they needed to figure out the logistics of who would move where. Would she move to our state, or would he move back to his home state? I believe that if Zack had left me she would absolutely have left her husband and jumped in to take my place; I think that was her plan all along. They may never have met up and had sex, or so Zack would like me to believe, but it was always a very serious relationship. It was not two lonely people who were seeking comfort with each other. It was two people who were absolutely convinced they were soul mates and meant to be. He told Jezebel that Harley made him happy. And her husband, from the very beginning, was treating this not like some random affair but an affair where they were planning on leaving their spouses to be with each other. Both times he contacted me it wasn’t to tell me, “Hey, they’re fooling around!” It was always, “Get a lawyer.” I asked Zack once why The Saint thought I’d need a lawyer and he said he didn’t know, but I think it’s because The Saint actually saw the text messages and saw how serious it was between the two of them.
It is difficult for me to completely put it out of my mind and concentrate on our future together because she’s always there. He chose the one person that would never go away and that I would have to deal with for the rest of my life. I can’t completely concentrate on the future because I don’t feel like I have all the answers about the past. I’m always waiting for someone to call me up or email me and tell me things I don’t know. Waiting for someone who does know what all went on to slip up and say something he or she shouldn’t, and then once again, I’ll go through all of this again. It makes me nauseous to see my daughter’s name right beside hers when they both like something you or Pastor Fake have posted on Facebook. Back in the summer, before I knew how serious things were and when I was still so stupid I didn’t realize they were still carrying on, it would make me want to vomit when I saw both of our names beside something you or Pastor Fake had posted. It was like, “Oh look, Zack’s whore and his wife both like the same thing. Isn’t that cute?” And that was before I knew they were still in contact and telling each other they loved one another! It is difficult every time I see her commenting on your FB page, telling you and/or Pastor Fake how much she loves you and that you are two of her favorite people in the world. It’s difficult watching as everyone fawns all over her, telling her how pretty she is, especially when they also know she was fooling around with Zack all summer. And it was downright enraging to see her agree to pray for my husband while he was in the hospital. We don’t need her prayers and she needs to stay the hell away from my husband. She has a window into my life every day. Every time you mention something about Zack or my kids she is aware of it and what’s going on. According to Zack she never told either of her sisters about the two of them, so any time you share family news with them I’m sure they’ll mention it to her in passing, never having a clue that they were an item not long ago. It is difficult because I never know where she might turn up. I didn’t go to Zack’s niece’s baby shower because I figured Harley had been invited and I didn’t want to chance running into her. I never know if she will turn up at a graduation, a birthday party, a holiday dinner. Quite honestly, there have been many times I figured everyone would just as soon Zack left me for her because everyone preferred her. I figured everyone was cheering for her and letting her know how sorry they were that Zack had dumped her and gotten back together with me. I have stayed away out of self preservation.
And I’ll admit one other thing to you. It’s not just that every time she would post a new picture that either you or Pastor Fake or both of you would either like it or tell her how amazing she looked that upsets me. It’s the fact that neither of you did that for me. I may not have changed profile pictures every other week like she did when she was carrying on with my husband, but I did post pictures. Some of me. Some of me with the kids. Shoot, I posted a picture of my new haircut, which not only was a huge change for me, but was also the first new profile picture I’d posted in probably 2 years. I got nothing. Once, Pastor Fake asked if we had been in a mud bath. And another time you told me that my hairstyle looked flattering on me. Honestly? That felt like one step up from, “Wow- you don’t look nearly as hideous as you usually do!” That was probably not the way you meant it, but that’s the way it felt in light of all the “Beautiful!” “Gorgeous!” “You’re so pretty!” comments that my husband’s mistress received from you. I get asked if I’ve been in a mud bath and Harley is told how incredibly beautiful she is. Over and over again. I figured after you had told her that in September that you were probably hoping Zack would dump me, his ugly, fat, hideous wife and marry Harley, the beautiful, thinner mistress. Why would he want me? And there came a time shortly after that where I took every single picture of myself down off of Facebook because I didn’t want anyone to look at me. I felt ugly and inferior.
I’m getting off topic here. My main purpose in writing this was to tell you what went on between the two of them. You appeared very shocked to hear that it was anything other than some innocent (or maybe not so innocent) texting. I don’t have complete knowledge of everything that went on but I do know enough to know it wasn’t innocent and it wasn’t just texting.
I want you to know that I do love you. I’ve always loved you, pretty much from the moment you asked to talk to me on the phone that first time. And I would love for our relationship to go back to the way it was before, but I’m not sure how that’s possible. I have been struggling with accepting the fact that everyone loves her and thinks she’s fantastic despite what she and Zack did, for almost 2 years now. Unfortunately, I don’t care how wonderful she might be. I don’t care if she donates half of her salary to the poor, if she reads to illiterate children, saves the whales, and recycles. She will never be anything more to me than the person who sent my husband naked pictures all summer long, who told him she loved him and could envision a future with him, and who talked about all the things she’d like to do to him and all the things she’d like him to do to her.