Just When I Thought I Was Out...

Those of you who have been with me all along, or those of you masochistic enough to delve into the archives and see what the fuck I was whining about a year ago may recall a particularly angsty and morose post in which I lamented the fact that I was in love with a married woman who had decided to cheat on her husband with somebody besides me.

It was all just a tad melodramatic. I went on and on about how I'd never be over her, about how I'd never be happy again, blah, blah, fucking blah. Amazing the difference a year makes. It's all a little embarrassing now.

After that post, I wanted nothing to do with her. She kept trying to reach me through Instant Messenger and e-mail, but I just ignored her and waited for her to go away. She eventually did, and I thought the issue was closed.

Then in October, her boyfriend e-mailed me some photos of her dressed in black lingerie and sitting in a chair with her legs crossed. I'm not 100% sure why he sent them, but I think I was supposed to be devastated or eat my heart out. Real class act. I replied back, "Wow. I'm surprised she was able to keep her legs together long enough for you to take the pictures." There was no response after that. No more IMs. No more e-mails. I figured I was finally free of that whore and her retarded boyfriend.

Then last night, my phone started ringing. I recognized her phone number on the Caller ID, so I didn't answer because, frankly, I had no desire to open that can of skanky worms again. But it wasn't her. It was her husband. He finally left me a message, asking me if I had any information on the guy she'd been cheating with.

I found out from a mutual friend that she had left her husband in about the classiest way imaginable, by sending him a text message telling him that she wants a divorce and half the house. Christ, I can't believe I ever thought I was in love with this fucking harpy.

Anyway, it's not like her husband and I were ever friends. I think he suspected I had the hots for his wife and made it clear he didn't much like me. But now that she's left him for someone else (that's not me), it's almost like he imagines we're on the same team now.

I just got off the phone with him. He called back four times, and I finally decided to just bite the bullet and talk to him. I told him I didn't know the guy she was with, and that I hadn't talked to her in a year. Then I told him I was sorry he was going through this, that he was a good man, and he deserved a hell of a lot better.

And I felt like the world's biggest hypocrite doing so, because if she had offered to leave her husband for me a year ago, I would have happily gone along with it. Christ, sometimes I just suck...

It's all so creepy, and I feel like an utter shit for ever getting involved. I'm sorry I ever met this bitch, and I'm sorry for all the people (her husband, her son, her friends) that she's hurt so callously, and I'm especially sorry for whatever part I may have played in this whole goddamn fiasco.

Sigh...