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To The Man Who Feels Like He Is Being Blackmailed

Without divulging too much, let's just say you fucked up.

I have always taken you back without hesitation. Despite the way that I remember every word you have ever said to me. The broken promises, the lies, the sob stories, the meaningless commitment declarations. They cut me like a knife

And I remember the day you swore to be better. I remember when you looked me in the eyes and swore to love and protect me until death do us part. For richer and for poorer, for better, for worse, in sickness and in health. To remain loyal and understanding. 

You broke your vows and you weren't sorry until you got caught. Not only did you embarrass yourself, you embarrassed me, your family, and your cause. I had always held you at a high moral regard. I had to. You had earned my respect and everyone else's as well.

And then you lost it. Do you know how it feels to protect a man who wouldn't do the same for you? Do you know what it is like to tell everyone they are wrong, just to have the man you love prove them right?

Never would I have thought that you would do this to me. After everything you have been through, I just assumed that you would never put anyone else through that pain.

But you did. Was it worth it? What were you thinking? How could you do this to me? What did I do, or not do, to deserve this?

You thought nothing of your actions until I walked away. Your first response was "how did you find out?" You don't feel remorse. You don't feel like less of a man. You are only ashamed that the truth was revealed and you lost on both sides.

What will I do with the information that I have? I don't really know yet. Part of me wishes you to be publicly humiliated and lose it all. Your career, your wife, your dignity.

You are guilty of the worst possible offense a man can commit in regard to his wife. Yet, you have the audacity to turn this on me? You are the victim, now?

You feel that I am wrong for exposing the truth behind your lies. Instead of stepping up and taking responsibility for your actions, you cower in fear, terrified that everyone might see you for who you really are. 

But that isn't you, right? It was a momentary lapse in judgment. It was an accident. I didn't make you happy, so you sought happiness in another form. You aren't the bad guy, just a guy in a bad situation. Whatever helps you sleep at night.

I am not blackmailing you. You made your bed, now lie in it.

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