Anytime I write about my affair with a married man that resulted in my daughter’s conception, someone is bound to mention how I wouldn’t talk about an affair so nonchalantly if it was my husband stepping out on me.
I can’t help but chuckle a little because I used to think along those same lines. Back when my husband did cheat on me.
Before I was ever “the other woman,” I was the betrayed wife. Honestly, I don’t relish either role, nor do I wish them upon my greatest enemy.
Watch: Emotional v.s. Physical affairs. Post continues below.
In most cases, it sucks to be the side chick and it sucks to be the wife of a cheating spouse. None of it is pretty. There’s always some sort of fallout (though the extent varies case by case).
Yet it’s important to write about the realities of affairs. Infidelity isn’t a fun topic. It’s uncomfortable. The knee jerk response to women who open up about affairs tends to be blame, shame, and projection.
Nobody wants to believe that they could ever be a cheater. And they don’t want to believe that their partner could ever cheat on them either.