In 2007 my sister decided to tell me her daughter had sex with my ex husband while we were married. I was stunned when she told me. I think I told her to shut the F up because I could not believe it.
I confronted my ex about it. I always felt he cheated on me when we were married yet I could never prove it.
His response to me was shock and I will even add sadness because my sister is such a raging alcoholic witch that such a statement made by her would be taken more of an idiot speaking than someone sober. Later, the topic came up while hanging out with my niece (the one she said had sex with him) ... The conversation always came about while discussing my sisters drinking and what an asshat she is and how embarrassed my niece was that her mother would tell me such a thing.
So here I am 7 years later. I will say my that particular episode has come up at least 5 times over the past 7 years between myself and niece and even my husband has been present a few occasions.
I am on day two of what one might call insomnia... yet I think if I medicate up enough and knock out it is called shitty sleep. Either way... Day two. It is 3am here on the west coast. All I can think about is that my ex lied to me.... shocker..... my sister is really an evil bitch who gets off on peoples pain.... my niece .... oh my niece.... she came to my home.... screwed my husband ..... and now.... 13 years later she fesses up.
and how.... oh that is the best part.... "I don't know why she had to tell you that, I already felt bad enough as it was"
me..... "what" you mean you really did have sex with _____!?
and again her response..... yeah... yeah I did. Right before I went into the Navy. Like she was saying she dropped off the dog at the groomers and then got a coffee!
me.... "really" you really did?
her.... yep.
So what did I do?
Well, let me tell you... I sat there.... there was nothing I could do... I went into survival mode internally and shut down. She became someone I was vaguely acquainted with... I had no choice. There I sat in her car, on the freeway at 80 miles an hour heading to the Bay area to pick up her kids from the airport. I was the return driver because she cannot see in the dark to drive. There I am... 20 minutes into what turned out to be a 7 hour journey to and from.
Did I say anything? Are you crazy? I avoid confrontation at all costs. Even if I am in the right I will avoid it. Yet, here it is two days later and I want answers. So there will be a confrontation. I call the ex... I was calm and collected and I brought it up and said, I just want the truth... which he then denied denied denied...
whatever, I should not have expected anything else.
My niece... I have no talked to her at all. I am more angry with her than I am with him. Why? Because I am not married to him anymore, I have accepted that I was not the only one he had sex with during our marriage and I have as well forgave him.
Yet my niece... when asked 7 years ago and the multiple conversations to have about it.... to be hit with the truth. She never said sorry or anything... instead she wanted to tell me about the other men she screwed.
I confronted my ex about it. I always felt he cheated on me when we were married yet I could never prove it.
His response to me was shock and I will even add sadness because my sister is such a raging alcoholic witch that such a statement made by her would be taken more of an idiot speaking than someone sober. Later, the topic came up while hanging out with my niece (the one she said had sex with him) ... The conversation always came about while discussing my sisters drinking and what an asshat she is and how embarrassed my niece was that her mother would tell me such a thing.
So here I am 7 years later. I will say my that particular episode has come up at least 5 times over the past 7 years between myself and niece and even my husband has been present a few occasions.
I am on day two of what one might call insomnia... yet I think if I medicate up enough and knock out it is called shitty sleep. Either way... Day two. It is 3am here on the west coast. All I can think about is that my ex lied to me.... shocker..... my sister is really an evil bitch who gets off on peoples pain.... my niece .... oh my niece.... she came to my home.... screwed my husband ..... and now.... 13 years later she fesses up.
and how.... oh that is the best part.... "I don't know why she had to tell you that, I already felt bad enough as it was"
me..... "what" you mean you really did have sex with _____!?
and again her response..... yeah... yeah I did. Right before I went into the Navy. Like she was saying she dropped off the dog at the groomers and then got a coffee!
me.... "really" you really did?
her.... yep.
So what did I do?
Well, let me tell you... I sat there.... there was nothing I could do... I went into survival mode internally and shut down. She became someone I was vaguely acquainted with... I had no choice. There I sat in her car, on the freeway at 80 miles an hour heading to the Bay area to pick up her kids from the airport. I was the return driver because she cannot see in the dark to drive. There I am... 20 minutes into what turned out to be a 7 hour journey to and from.
Did I say anything? Are you crazy? I avoid confrontation at all costs. Even if I am in the right I will avoid it. Yet, here it is two days later and I want answers. So there will be a confrontation. I call the ex... I was calm and collected and I brought it up and said, I just want the truth... which he then denied denied denied...
whatever, I should not have expected anything else.
My niece... I have no talked to her at all. I am more angry with her than I am with him. Why? Because I am not married to him anymore, I have accepted that I was not the only one he had sex with during our marriage and I have as well forgave him.
Yet my niece... when asked 7 years ago and the multiple conversations to have about it.... to be hit with the truth. She never said sorry or anything... instead she wanted to tell me about the other men she screwed.
