Fuck you, you fucking cheating sack of shit.
5 years ago, your wife had a stroke, and has been housebound since. You retired to take care of her, but you wound up being gone all the time, leaving her alone almost all day, every day. Within 6 months, you apparently had a girlfriend - one only 2 years older than your son.
Two months ago, you had a brain aneurism and were in a coma for three weeks. Your son and I have been driving 30 miles each way EVERY DAY to help his mom, after work - making her dinner, keeping her company, keeping the house tidy since she has trouble moving around. It’s put incredible stress on us individually, on our relationship, and on our finances. We comfort her as she cries at least twice a night, missing you, worried about you. When you woke up out of the coma, one of the first things you did was ask after your girlfriend.
Your wife of 45 years still has no idea you’re the cheating fuck that you are. She’s physically, emotionally fragile - her blood pressure has been through the roof from the stress of worrying about you. Finding out could very literally kill her.
Apparently you feel the need to get things off your chest, what with almost dying and all. So last night, you decided to come clean to your son - there was someone else, you are in LOOOOOVVVEEE with her, you don’t know if you’ll go with her or with your wife when you get out of the hospital. Up until last night, your son still thought of you as a great man, one who he could try to aspire to emulate, but could never approach. By telling him all this, you broke his heart.
FUCKING FUCK YOU.
Don’t you DARE tell your wife that you’re a cheater. Don’t you even mention the other woman, don’t give a hint to her that she exists. Your wife has given you the best years of her life, from the time she was nineteen. She was disowned by her parents for marrying you, because you were the wrong color, but stood by your side. She has kept your home; she has raised your son; she has helped your mother, all eight of your siblings and their spouses, and neices and nephews galor as one by one they came to the US, often opening her home to the recent immigrants for months at a time until they could get their own apartments. Her world begins and ends with you. As I said, finding out could very literally kill her; if not with another heart attack or another stroke, I can very easily see her just losing her will to live if she found out about your betrayal.
We’re starting to see some of the lingering effects of the brain damage, now that you’re recovering. You can’t control your bladder or bowels; you have palsies; you can barely walk. Do you think that your bit on the side is still going to want you? That she’ll still want to be involved with you if that means wiping shit off your ass every 3 hours? No. And really, if I have my way, you’ll never see her again.
Fuck you, you rotten stinking cheating traitor. May you starve in hell next to Newt Gingritch, John Edwards, and every other man that has taken a mistress while his wife is critically ill. How low can you get?
Oni no Maggie
(PS: Fuck you.)