Welcome to yet another infidelity blog. I’m not sure what sets me apart from others, aside from my husband’s choice in sex partners. I’m not reconciling; I’m divorcing. I was married for 18 years when I found out my husband was carrying on a long-distance emotional affair with none other than his cousin. I am such a dumbass that I actually fought for my marriage and thought we were on the so-called road to recovery. We even made a cross country move, one that was put into motion when Romeo and Juliet hooked up, less than a year after I discovered their affair. Not quite 12 months later and he’s involved with her again. Four days shy of the 2 year “anti-versary” of DDay #1 I received a message letting me know that my husband had been spending his weekends in Whore Town with his cousin/whore. And his whole family knew and had no problem with it.
Allow me to introduce the three main characters. I am Sam; I am awesome. The STBX (soon to be ex) husband is Cousinfucker, CF or STBX. His whore is whore (no capitalization) or Harley. Sometimes when I get really fancy I’ll refer to her as his gold digging, white trash whore.
That’s it in a nutshell. Twenty plus years of marriage down the drain. He moved me and our kids 2000 miles across the country for a new job that was supposed to make him happy and then abandoned us for a whore. I’m pissed off but in the end I realize I’m going to miss my pool a hell of a lot more than I’m going to miss that jackass.