I have had second thoughts over writing about Yan Gong on this website. My years (which numbers up to 54) have ingrained in me that our actions, no matter how small, bring about consequences that we have to live up to. How can I possibly taint a reputation of a girl who has barely left her teens? She could have been my daughter! In fact, she is even younger than my own. What pushed me over to the edge is the danger it has brought on my husband—and possibly to me. As of yesterday, my husband has to be on medication for thirty days. He has clostridium difficile colitis, a bacterial infection that could only be contracted orally from a person infected with it. The symptoms are blood in the stool, dehydration, weight loss, and watery diarrhea and the treatments it requires is similar to that of anthrax. Thank God, I am not showing any symptoms yet but given this life-threatening situation (that could happen to anyone), I feel that I should share what I have gone through — to serve as a warning to others. || My husband’s affair with her began sometime in May 2014. There had been telling signs and I was stupid to choose to ignore them. I was always ready to give him the benefit of doubt though there’s a part of me that tells me otherwise. I kept telling myself that I trusted my husband. I held him in such high esteem that I believed he would never stoop down to the level of cheating. But, he did. How it killed me! || An incident that really sickens me is the time I had the misfortune to personally meet her. My husband introduced me as his wife. I was cordial and all but I couldn’t stand her because she was reeking with this weird smell. She stank like crazy and I couldn’t tell if it were the clothes she was wearing or halitosis. I was so bothered by her smell…and then it hit me! A couple of weeks earlier, I asked my husband (who just came in from “work”) to shower right away, as he smelled off. It was the exact same smell! But then, I trusted my husband, right? On top of that he confirmed that she smelled. Knowing that my husband is sensitive to hygiene, I was assured—temporarily. || What blew off the affair was the day my husband insisted on bringing her to the airport. Now, that made me really suspicious. Why make the effort to drive 40 miles if only to bring an acquaintance to the airport? Why would a 21 year old inconvenience a 55 year old on his day off when she could have just gotten on a bus or called a cab? || I began checking and what I found out sent me reeling. Calls at all hours. Innumerable text messages. Meet ups. And what have you! So many things this unscrupulous callus wench have gotten my husband into! || As I said earlier, however, there were details that I have had to think through. I tried to put myself into her shoes — sort of like what would a 21 year old in her situation do. Yan Gong claims to be studying to be an electrical engineer at a community college in Tacoma. At present, she is applying for scholarships to (removed). She lives in a garage where (I would bitterly) add she has lured my husband for quickies and keeps a rabbit for a pet. For most of her meals, she goes to a local food banks. Needless to say, it is not a very happy circumstance. || At 21, you are young and fresh. There are insecurities here and there but the spirit of adventure is in you. Perhaps, this is what has charmed my husband. Come to think of it, the cute moronic gaiety of youth is a fresh change from coming home to a woman who is already a grandmother. I cannot undo my age but Yan Gong could have at least considered that my husband is a married man. Where are here morals? Why work to alienate aging husband affection for his equally aging wife? || My husband and I have talked these things over. He said that he loves me and that we should begin anew. More than that, he said that he has told her off— that it is over between them but Yan Gong is quite relentless. She goes on bothering him, telling him she loves him. Mortifyingly, she told him that she doesn’t care about consequences and that she has nothing to hide from anybody. What is so hard about leaving somebody else’s husband alone? || Only Yan Gong could answer that. She knows her reasons and whatever they are, it makes me suspicious of the discipline she is getting as a future electrical engineer. We all know that engineers (given their professional responsibility) see to it that whatever designs they come up with should perform optimally to avoid inadvertently harming the public in large. I am not the entirety of the public —but she did cause me harm—emotionally and nearly physically. Yan Gong, do you consider my husband as a prototype? Are you engineering him to be your lifeline? Please stop. Please see a doctor.