It’s my own fault. There is a dark, dark part of me – even beyond Trixie’s antics – that comes out.
I sent the text because I was mad at him for blaming me for attacking his marriage. And then he blamed me for attacking his family and it was more than I could bear. I didn’t even know what he was talking about.
Whatever happened and whenever, it’s my fault. I even told him it was my fault so he would calm down. But he kept attacking and spewing hate. I thought just admitting guilt would make a difference. It didn’t.
I hit send:
I am sorry in advance for the disruption this text will cause.
I am writing because I had an affair with your husband for approximately 2 years from 6/16 – 4/18.
I have tried to avoid contacting you, but have realized I needed to do this for myself. We fell in love and when he decided to stay in your marriage, we were both unable to let go for a time and then, ultimately, I was the one who couldn’t let go. I have been suffering a deep depression which led to harming myself.
It is up to Tony to honestly explain to you what he’s done throughout your marriage, and who knows about it. Tony will downplay what happened between us because he is so angry with me, but you should be aware of what happened.
I then blocked their numbers and went out.
I’m unsure how he got through, I could see it was blocked but maybe because I didn’t block on iPad as well?
He called me an asshole and a coward (ripe coming from the ultimate coward, eh?)
I don’t feel ANYTHING.
No anger, hatred or relief. Simply nothing at all. Zero.
I wish I felt worse about hurting her. But she was never a real person in my mind so maybe that’s how it worked when I snapped.
It was an entire absence of thought.
I called my bff and admitted the truth and she loved me anyway but I know how disappointed she is.
She said I should prepare for the worst. I admit I didn’t see his crazy anger as coming at me, but now I can see that a threat to his family could cause this.
I hate this emptiness and nothingness. I feel nothing while another family is breaking down due to my hand.
I haven’t learned enough. I don’t have enough compassion or healing despite all I’ve been through. I’m not worthy of anything if I can’t even get letting go right.
I want to feel bad for her (not him) but I feel empty.
Why do I feel the need to create so much drama? Why can’t I let things be?