Anonymous wrote:Not once did my self-esteem take a hit.
I knew it had nothing to do with me. I’m fun, hot, have a thriving career, was an excellent mother and fantastic mother—good in the sack too. I get hit on a lot and constantly told I’m beautiful—even at my age.
As the pp said, it’s about the cheater. His case lots of trauma and issues. He was the first to say it had absolutely nothing to do with anything about me.
Maybe it’s because I was so much better than who he cheated with and she was the same age that it didn’t affect my self esteem at all.
It just made me think less of him and look at her with pity for what she sunk to and how little she settled for, and how nasty they were for doing what they did to their spouses. Basically a couple middle aged whores, screwing immediately after meeting online.
Gross. I don’t want any part of that and certainly don’t need to resort to offering my v-jay for free online to get a “date”. Lol
Oh- yes! I had the same immediate thought. Just: wow! I didn’t know middle aged married people were such dumb whores to bang others the first time they meet with no qualms about personal or health safety. No condoms. The first time meeting up which was the first time they banged.
I would never be that nasty and if I wanted to screw other people, I’d divorce…not whore around and hide and secret message and act like a pathetic loser.
My self-esteem actually grew after all of it because I lived my life honorably, was a loyal person with a great career, not a loser who couldn’t support myself on my own at 50 and was running around sucking off strange D for nothing. Zero class. Trash. Jerry Springer material.