This is to my home wrecker. Please don’t misunderstand. My husband is responsible. Her actions afterwards have shown that she needs to take some responsibility. || In May of this year my husband of 25 years began having mood swings and I worried that he was suffering from depression, I was so concerned I urged him to begin therapy and scheduled him to see his primary MD for meds. I continued to worry; he had suffered through a traumatic childhood with an abusive and narcissistic mother. || June 6th came, my husband with two of our 4 children in tow arrives at my work to bring me lunch, as I hug him good bye he begins sobbing. Scared to death because this is so very out of character for him I plead with him to tell me what is wrong. In an instant the world of myself and children are shattered. He had an affair. || I cannot even begin to express the hurt and rage. The person I love and trust the most in this world. Our life has always been average. A happy boring average. We both work hard to provide for our kids. I am an OR nurse, he works in manufacturing. || A horrible slut had started at his plant. She enjoyed flirting. My husband being his middle age boring self enjoyed all this attention and started playing this dangerous game of flirting with her. He even started seeking it out, with no thought to me or our children. She enjoyed asking him out, and boosting his self-esteem by whispering of the vile things she could do to him. He played right along. On June 6th she was asked to submit to a drug test. She failed and lost her job. Not wanting to miss out on all of the whispers and sexting at work, no not Samara. She waited in my car for my husband to finish his shift. She cried on his shoulder, not understanding how she keeps losing jobs over failing drug tests. He was more than willing to offer her comfort, and then moved to the back seat of my car where he was a willing participant in all of the vile acts they had been speaking of. It could have ended the next day with my husband’s confession but she was not willing to do that. She continued to text him and call, at that point he had turned his phone over to me, begging to save his marriage. He ended up having a heart attack then had to undergo open heart surgery. While in a drug induced coma on life support she continued to text, wanting a meeting in a motel room. She had the nerve to call me to let me know he wanted to see her and meet. Never had any idea that was impossible. Then she stalked my 12 year old daughter on Facebook. My only guess at her motivation is that she enjoys inflicting pain perhaps because her father is a drug addict sitting in jail for manufacturing meth or because her mother is also one to use drugs and advocates marijuana on her face book page. || Why would a 24 year old seek the attention of a 48 year old man with saggy balls and prostate issues? Did she really want my life of 12 hour shifts at work to come home to sick kids and dog messes? Yes she did, when she couldn’t have it she wanted to destroy it. || Dear Slut Samara, || I wish I had never heard your name, but you knew about me well before I knew about you. I know you knew about me because you knew he was married when you started throwing yourself at him; and you knew he was married the first time you propositioned him and asked him out. || I know you knew about me because while my husband planned a trip to a Reds ball game, you invited yourself. I know you think you two hid the affair well from coworkers and friends but I wonder how many of them have long suspected something was going on. I know you obviously have no self-esteem or respect for yourself or your fellow woman, but I wonder if you realize that yet. || I know you were being used in a sick game in which it seems like he has all the power, but I wonder if you knew you could quit playing at any time you so choose? || Did you think it was simply a matter of time? That you would be appealing enough for him to walk away from the life he’d built? That all those fantasies you’d convinced yourself of – that I nagged, that I was lousy in bed, that I was boring and bitchy – were actually true? Did you really believe that any relationship based on deception would deliver you from your unhappiness? || My guess is, yes, you did. Admit your role as an accomplice in the intentional hurting and deception of another human being. And frankly, though I might have looked stupid, and perhaps pitiful, I’ll take stupid over sleazy and low and cruel any day of the week. No matter how awful it felt to be me when I found out, I’d still take that over being you. No matter that my eyes were practically swollen shut from crying, I could still look myself square in the mirror without shame, because you knew. You knew that I was being hurt, even if I didn’t yet know it. You knew I was being lied to and betrayed and you participated in that. Knowingly. Willingly. Perhaps even happily. || What’s more, my children were being hurt. And though I don’t expect you to take total responsibility for that (after all, HE is their father), you nonetheless contributed to the potential dissolution of their family. || And for what? || Was the sex that good? Were the feelings of superiority, if only for the brief time he was with you, what you want? || And if he left me for you? What would you have gained? Four emotionally damaged children every second weekend. A man who lies and cheats. A man who doesn’t have the self-control to stop himself from doing something he knows to be wrong. To be hurtful. What a prize. Guess what? If he’s not willing to become something better than that – he’s all yours.