When I first started reading your letter, and all the way to about 2/3 of the way through it, my heart was lifted to heights that it had not seen, since the day I first began to suspect your infidelity to me, and our wedding vows. I thought "Well finally, she
is beginning to see what I have been trying with all my heart to get her to see all this time, for the last year." Even though you said at the outset that you were at least temporarily moving out, I knew that under the right circumstances, that you would fly back to my side, and I envisioned our marriage back on the track that I have been trying, and hoping that we could put it on for so long. As I was swamped with work because of a new contract we are desperately trying to gain, I didn't have the time to read but little parts of your letter at a time. It took me the better part of 4 days to finally wade all the way through it. During most of that time, I was deliriously happy, thinking of once again, holding you in my arms, and being able to feel that you finally understood the gargantuan enormity of the hurt, and humiliation that you piled on me, thinking me a fool, that was too slow to ever catch on to two quick witted people like you and your lover were. With me knowing from the very first day what was going on, and being able to absolutely see through all the many lies that you kept telling me, because I had the proof, it wasn't hard to figure out that you, even though you felt pangs of guilt over the emails, figured that I would never be quick enough to trap you in your lies.
Reading the first large part of your letter seemed to say to me that you had changed your opinion of me, and decided that I was worth being honest with, especially since I had managed to box you in on every single lie you fabricated. I was walking on air, feeling that you had decided I wasn't a fool, or a dummy, but that I was an equal, and deserved to be treated as such. HOW WRONG I WAS!!! From the first year of our marriage, I have been telling you that you learned a vicious trick while at your mother's knee, seeing her bring up things to your Dad during any kind of disagreement they might have, that had nothing whatsoever to do with what they were disagreeing about, but was designed to turn the heat from herself, onto your Dad, even though she might be clearly wrong, and at fault. Winning the argument always seemed to be the paramount goal in her arguments, not getting at the truth of any matter. Your Dad, being the gentle soul that he is, would always defer to her, in order to end the argument, rather than stand up to her. Now, you have tried that same trick on me, but wife, let me assure you, you are not dealing with your Dad now. Throwing up a smoke screen to try to divert my attention from you're guilt and make me think I am at fault will not work with me. Lady, I have people that are a good deal smarter than you, try that with me in the business world every day of my life. It doesn't work for them, and it won't work for you, now, or ever.
You said, in the turning point of your letter, that you finally held your motives up to the mirror and was ashamed of what you saw, …….BUT…..and there is always a BUT with you, and then you started the old end run again, trying to shift the blame to me. You called me a bastard, and asked me why I didn't fight for you. Once again, you are looking through the wrong end of the telescope., and seeing a distorted picture. What you are trying to disguise as a failure on my part to fight for you, was actually an effort to let you disengage yourself from the disgraceful behavior you were engaging in, thereby avoiding the problem we are facing right this minute. I had no intention of ever bringing your infidelity up, to you, or anyone on this planet, if you had backed out of the situation on your own, at any time, including even after all the emails containing language between you and your lover that you and your husband had never engaged in. You said to him, "I have been thinking about it a lot, and this time when we are together, I want you to cum in my mouth. I am so hot thinking about something so erotic like that that, I am close to an orgasm right now." "My fingers are all sticky with my juices. I wish you could suck them and clean them for me while I was cleaning your beautiful cock with my mouth. Oh well, I guess I'll have to suck them myself……mmmmmm…..I love the smell, and taste of sex. " As I recall, his answer to that in his next email was, "I am going to suck your sweet clit so hard that your nose is going to cave in. I want my whole head covered with your pussy juices, even the top of my head. I want my hair wet with your sex juices." Why was it that you, at any time that I initiated any kind of erotic sex talk, would chastise me, and tell me you hated talk like that, but, oh well, …..never mind, that's another subject. My point is, even after talk like that, if you would have shunned his advances at the conference, and showed just a little remorse, you would have never had a clue that I knew anything. You said yourself, in your letter, that I never showed any sign that I knew about your liaison with this man.
You didn't do that. You left your stupid cuckolded, stupid husband at home, knowing that you were going to march right into that man's room, suck his cock, let him suck your pussy until it was raw, and fuck him, all night, each and every night that you were at that conference.
