I couldn't help but burst into tears reading this heartfelt letter from a husband to his wife. I do not believe that people are stuck, that people can't change, that once a cheater always a cheater.
I believe in metamorphosis.
I’m A Cheater,
Growing up, this word didn’t really mean much to me. I cheated on tests at school, cheated in races and even cheated in golf with the odd kick or flubbed score. Sometimes I would get caught, most of the times not (so I think…). Then in 2008, everything changed….
I was married to my best friend, my confident, my rock Wendy. We never had any issues or major fights, we fit like a glove. But for some reason I pushed those thoughts and feelings aside, and had an affair.
I have always been a person that everyone likes, and I want everyone to like me. I will help people out whenever possible and even sometimes when it is not. I met the other women (OW), at the gym and we developed a friendship. Over time she started telling me her problems, and I would try and fix them or just listen and let her vent. We talked a lot, and it seemed that I was talking more to her than I was to my wife (I was working 2 jobs, 1 was at the gym). The OW gave me a gift after a few months; it was a gift cert. for a restaurant in the area. I told my wife about it, I didn’t want it, but felt that I should take her out of awkwardness since she wouldn’t take it back, I told Wendy and so it went. We trusted each other whole heartedly, and never would an affair be even a thought in our minds. That was the first time I moved part of my “do Not Cross” line over a bit. Over the next weeks and months, we would meet for coffee or have a quick bite while on my breaks. Then one day came a kiss, I don’t remember who kissed who or how it happened, but looking back I can see that my “Do Not Cross” line was no longer a line but a line with great hills on the other side from all the pushing. What was I doing?! What was I thinking?! It had to stop; I won’t tell Wendy and just bury this in the vault. And that is what happened, for a while…
Read the rest of the letter here on Wendy's blog