A Woman from Central New York is calling out her husband in a post on
Craigslist’s website and this open letter is going viral online also on
mostly all social media sites. So here I’m sharing with you Final
Letter of Wife to her Cheating husband and it’s Heartbreaking.
Actually this is true everyone wants to give love to his/her life partner in any situation, anytime so an angry woman did right so finally she wrote an open letter ‘To the Woman Dating my husband’ so that goes viral everywhere so this is new final letter wrote by woman to her husband and also by doing this right action she is inspiration for other girls or women.
I hope you have read the Complete story if not then don’t worry I am here starting from a first letter where woman wrote that letter to woman and now final letter is dedicated for her husband.
Actually this is true everyone wants to give love to his/her life partner in any situation, anytime so an angry woman did right so finally she wrote an open letter ‘To the Woman Dating my husband’ so that goes viral everywhere so this is new final letter wrote by woman to her husband and also by doing this right action she is inspiration for other girls or women.
I hope you have read the Complete story if not then don’t worry I am here starting from a first letter where woman wrote that letter to woman and now final letter is dedicated for her husband.
First letter is here (To the Woman Dating my Husband) –
“The following may be you, or “multiples” of you. I do not know how many there are.
You left your mascara in my husband’s vehicle. I think you left some clothes here too. I threw them away. You also left a bra. You’re size 36 B. I’m a 34C. Of course, it may belong to someone else. His dating profiles show he was horn-doggin’ over a 120 mile radius.
He’s telling me it’s a BIG misunderstanding and I’m being “controlling.” NO woman would agree my behavior is “controlling” after finding her husband’s dating profiles asking “Why can’t I go off and search for my next wife?” or “Why can’t I just get laid behind your back?”
I found a bag of clothes in the garage that he claimed belonged to our friend’s nephew. Btw….Nice tastes in shirts. I like Ralph Lauren too, but you appear to be a bit bigger than me.
Guess what? That nice house, new truck, tools and property you saw ***I OWN HALF OF ALL OF IT***. So you won’t be living in my nice house, we’ll be selling it. And he may not have mentioned all my grad school debt. We’ll be splitting that as well. So guess what you have???
Congrats! He’s quite the catch!
Oh, and you’ll have my dogs, too. Since they’re purebreds, guess what? THEY’RE PROPERTY WITH AN ATTACHED VALUE!!!! My guess is they’re worth about $3K. I’ll take something of equal value, like the TV, generator, fridge and some of those nifty new tools!
Now, you may have kids (since there were ice cream cones in my pantry and sugary cereal) you should know he has a tendency to over-buy and send the family into debt. There were a few years when I had to go to food banks to keep our kids fed. Good luck with that.
He’s a selfish lover, a spend-a-holic, and it’s likely he’ll revert to booze. He’ll get mad because you “nag” and say stuff like “Don’t drive to work drunk and get in a crash!”
If you’re actually a nice person that has been duped, just know he’s gotten very good at lying. He’s just trying to get laid. Or worse, he’s courting you as the next Mrs., knowing our divorce will leave him financially screwed. Get out while you can.
GOOD LUCK WITH HIM! THE PACKAGING IS DAMAGED AND WHAT’S INSIDE IS PRETTY SPENT, TOO!
Now, Wife’s Final Letter to Husband (To my Husband of 10 Years) –
You’ve been lying to me for the longest time. You’ve been lying to me almost every day. You think I cannot tell? It’s been 18 years since we started dating and you’re a terrible liar. When you lie, I can see it in your face, I can hear it in your voice. I know for the longest time that you’ve been cheating on me, but I let it slip.
Come to think of it, it has been a very long time since you last noticed me. When you wake up, breakfast is ready, you eat and then you leave. When you get home, dinner is well prepared, you eat and do some paperwork and then you sleep. I’ve wanted to ask you what’s wrong and communicate, but you barely notice my existence. I wanted to know where I went wrong or where I came short so I can make arrangements to meet them for you. But you were barely home. Not even on the weekends. Until such time, I found out you’ve been sleeping around with someone for the longest time.
I fell apart upon finding out. I can’t understand; I want to understand. I did what I could to be the best other half anyone could have, right? But I held myself back from confronting you and we went about our regular routine and this has gone on for another year and more.
Until such time, about a year ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. When I told you, you finally cared. You finally noticed my existence. I felt important to you once again. I was happy. I once again, is visible in your map. And I thought to myself, “I think everything is falling into place.” Until such time, I found out that, you were still in contact with that someone and occasionally rendezvoused with them. And once again, it’s back to square one but still, I refused to confront you.
I was already happy at the fact that you were noticing my existence. That you once again, give comments about the food I cook for breakfast before you leave for work, the food I cook for your lunch, and the food I cook when you came home. But I never stopped thinking. Thinking that when you’re away, you’re with that person; that whenever your phone gets SMS notification, it’s them. I cried far too many times, away from your eyes. I didn’t want you to see me when I’m weak.
I cried because I know all I have is your pity. Pity because I was sick. Honestly, I feel like a beggar; a beggar who deserves nothing but spare change; a beggar who deserves only the leftovers given by those who are more fortunate; a worthless trash of society who deserves nothing but to be shunned. I want to run away, but a homeless beggar like me has nowhere to go; no place to come home to.
But don’t worry, honey. I don’t have much time left anyway. Soon you’ll be free to be with them. You won’t have to go around my back anymore. Because by then, I will just be a bitter memory to you; a nightmare you might have always so avoided. To you my love; I’m sorry. I’m sorry if I wasn’t enough. I’m sorry if I was not able to fulfil your needs. I’m sorry if I was too much of a coward to speak up. I love you, believe me, I love you so much and even if you did so much that made me cry, I will still love you.
I hope one day, you’d be able to read this and realize it’s me. I hope one day you find out that this is the voice I have always suppressed in the last few years of our life together. Honey, you know that I love you so much that’s why you’re free. Find that person who will make you happy and make you feel content. But I have one request to ask you: Please do not make that person cry. Do not let them shed even a single tear of sadness and if you did, only tears of joy. Thank you for all the years, sweetheart I love you.
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