Short message to cheating husband (letter to cheating husband)

When I wrote these two words, my hands and heart trembled at the same time.

Because I know another woman called you that.

Besides, this may be the last time I call you that.

I accidentally saw something new on your mobile phone when you were taking a shower the other day.

On the bright screen, the word "husband" is particularly prominent, which makes me confused in an instant.

It took me a long time to see the sentence: honey, don't come tonight?

These eight short words, all as big as meteorites, thundered without warning, smashing my internal organs into pieces.

Your mobile phone has a password, but I cracked it easily.

The chat record is really touching. All over my husband and wife, you said a lot of love words that I was not familiar with, and I cried when I looked at them.

Thank you, let me know the meaning of each word.

I stayed up all night that night. You snore like thunder beside me.

The next day, my daughter went to kindergarten. You didn't notice my red eyes and bad mood after breakfast.

Watching you put the last piece of bread in your mouth, I asked you who Amy was.

You are stupefied, talking about your former colleagues.

She's much better than me? I asked.

You look at me and feel a little uneasy: What's the matter? Don't make wild guesses.

I said it was not a wild guess. I read your chat records. You have been well for half a year. You said our house was a backwater. You have no feelings for me. Only with her will you feel like a man. You thank her for bringing you back to life, and you want to love her to death.

You stopped talking.

We just sat quietly.

All this time.

Until the tears on my face dried up, you looked at your watch and said I was going to work and had a meeting in the morning.

Did I say there's nothing to explain?

Put on your coat and turn your back on me: let's talk about it at night.

You don't know how I spent that day, do you?

I didn't get a grain of rice all day. All I can think about is what you said to her and our lives over the years.

You said you wanted to love her to death. But ten years ago, you hugged me tightly and said that you only wanted to marry me in your life.

You said she was cute when she squinted with a smile. But when you laugh, you always say that I am the best in the world.

You say you have flowers in your heart when you are with her, but you can't help thinking about her when you are with me.

This sentence makes me sad the most.

Why am I so stupid? I didn't see the man who appeared beside me every day as usual, thinking of another woman while eating, sleeping, chatting and walking with me.

When I sweat and cook, wait for my daughter to eat Lazar and drink, and drag a mop to wipe the corner of my house, you are a blooming flower.

Is it true?/You don't say. /You don't say.

I really don't want to believe it.

I am eager to wait for you to get off work and expect you to give me an explanation that can overturn everything.

Welcome home! Calm down. At least it looks calm.

I put my daughter to bed at night. When you came out, you were already in bed, brushing your mobile phone, and you didn't mean to talk to me.

I sat by the bed and looked at you with mixed feelings.

Over the years, every time there is a problem between us, you have such an attitude: never mind, don't communicate, but don't ask.

I always try my best to find opportunities, find ways, take care of your emotions, consider your feelings and find ways to solve them.

I have digested many minor problems myself, so I will try not to bother you.

So, you may be used to it. Accustomed to avoiding contradictions, accustomed to my active communication, accustomed to letting go of emotions. I am either happy or sad or sad to death, and you turn a blind eye.

This time, if I don't ask you, do you think you can pretend it didn't happen?

I look at you, my heart is cold inch by inch.

Even if you don't know that I haven't eaten, slept or cried all day, you should know that I am a sensitive and fragile person with an emotional cleanliness. I can't stand you crawling into another girl's bed?

However, when I was in deep pain, suffocating and struggling desperately, you pushed me into the water as if nothing had happened and brushed my mobile phone, with no intention of saving me.

Is this cowardice or selfish and cold-blooded?

You turned off the light and went to bed.

I walked to the sofa with the quilt in my arms. You snore in the dark. I am desperate.

We had a silent cold war for eight days.

I don't talk, and you don't talk.

I slept on the sofa for eight days. In fact, I sleep less than three hours every day.

Even the five-year-old daughter saw something was wrong and said, "Mom, you look old. Are you unhappy? " ?

I smiled weakly and said no.

She touched my hand affectionately and said, alas, mom, you are so tired.

My tears almost fell.

In fact, after ten years with you, I am very tired.

Outside of work, housework, children and the elderly are all my responsibilities.

I know you are tired from work, you are keen on your career, and you want to make great achievements. So I want to do my best to relieve your pressure.

So I buy food and cook, wash vegetables and wash dishes, pay the mortgage and electricity bill, take the elderly to see a doctor and accompany the children to the training class.

You take everything for granted.

But have you ever thought that before I married you, I hardly did any housework, and my mother wouldn't let me wash the dishes. She said that girls always wash dishes, so it's not very pretty.

How much does a girl who doesn't touch sunshine and spring water love you, so she cooks for you with a lampblack face, carries a whole box of mineral water upstairs and picks up socks on your floor without complaint?

Ten years ago, you ate junk food, stayed up late playing games, wore western-style sneakers and had a middle-aged man's hairstyle. How much energy did I spend before?

Let you eat and sleep on time, learn to keep fit, know how to dress up in fashion and do business actively.

Now you have a successful career and good clothes. My hands are rough and my face is fine.

You may think I'm not good enough for you.

However, none of us are what we are today. The girl who calls you husband doesn't have to know, but you can't.

However, I cleaned your shoes, ironed your shirt, bought new men's clothes, dressed you up, and then you went out with her happily. ...

When you took off your white shirt beside her bed, did it ever occur to you that I soaped it three times and soaked it for two hours, ironing it evenly? Don't you feel a little guilty when you unbutton your pants and I sew on the reinforced buttons carefully?

Maybe there is. So eight days after the cold war, you said for the first time that you would take my daughter and me out to play.

I don't want to go. But the daughter shouted happily and said, Great, we haven't played together for a long time. So we drove to the picking garden in the suburbs.

Your cell phone rang several times along the way, and you hung up directly.

When we arrived, you let my daughter and I get off first and said that you had to deal with some work.

After I settled my daughter, I saw you talking on the phone from a distance. I walk back. You hung up soon.

I said, can't you bear it for a while?

You stared at me and said, don't be so ugly.

Please, what I said is terrible. Is it as ugly as you made it?

I've been depressed for too long and I'm having a heated argument with you.

You said how hard you have worked these years and tried your best to make money to support your family.

I said, is that why you cheated?

You said there was no reason, and you didn't want to defend yourself.

I said there should always be an apology!

You said sorry angrily, sorry, sorry, okay!

I am also very depressed, saying what attitude this is!

You say you know how ugly you are now!

I subconsciously looked at the rearview mirror of the car and was scared by my ugly appearance.

I'm scared.

How did I become so ugly! How can I allow myself to be so ugly!

That was the second time I felt desperate.

It's still cold war when we go back.

I try to sleep well, eat well, make up well and go to work well.

But there is a huge stone in my heart, and I feel uneasy about doing anything. I often feel that I am in a daze and have no love.

Every time you dress up and go out, every time you say you have to work overtime, and every time you read WeChat on your mobile phone, my heart is tightly tied together.

Every time you don't come home all night, I basically can't sleep all night or have nightmares.

We chatted again.

You said to give you some time to deal with her feelings.

I said I can't wait, I can't live this life that is worse than death.

If you say something, you might as well die. I didn't say I wanted to divorce you.

This sentence made me despair for the third time.

Totally desperate.

You really have no idea how I feel. Although it has been like this for so many years, I really understand it this time.

You just think you need to pull away a little bit from that relationship and give that girl a happy ending.

But I didn't realize how sad it was for me to share your every day with her.

You decided that I cherish you and rely on you, thinking that as long as I don't get divorced, it is the greatest gift for me.

You don't want to divorce me, so I have nothing to care about and nothing to be sad about. This is your subtext.

But, honey. Now, I want a divorce.

This woman who has always loved you wholeheartedly, supported you and is willing to do anything for you is desperate for you.

This woman who spared no effort to pay for this family, put this family first, and expected this family to get better and better decided to give up.

A woman like me is not afraid of poverty, fatigue, pay, old age and ugliness. She is afraid that the more tired she is, the less considerate she will be, and the more she pays, the more she will be ignored by people who enjoy it. When she was old and ugly, she suddenly found that everything was particularly unworthy.

I hope you understand that divorce is not an impulse on my part, nor is it an opportunity to carefully intimidate you to go home, or even because you cheated.

On the contrary, your cheating this time has made me thoroughly see your indifference, selfishness, cowardice and incompetence, see the true face of our marriage, and see what I will become if I stick to your side-exhausted, unsightly and ugly.

In fact, these experiences have always been in my heart, but I always deceive myself, cover myself up, comfort myself, and don't want to face it or admit it.

After all, you are the person I love, the father of my children, and the owner of this family that I cherish very much. I used to think that if I covered up the truth, I could go to reasonable perfection with you as if nothing had happened.

But now, the emperor's new clothes have been punctured, and I can't lie to myself any more.

So, me and you, let's call it a day.

I have written the divorce papers.

I will take good care of my daughter, please rest assured.

In fact, she has always been by my side, and you rarely accompany me. So she should get used to leaving you.

In the future, you don't have to bite the bullet and go back to this remote home to meet this woman who has no feelings for you.

You can be with your beloved wife aboveboard.

I wonder if your new home will be bright and clean every day. Your clothes hang neatly in the closet, there are fancy meals on the dining table, the toilet will be repaired automatically when it breaks down, your stomach medicine will be bought automatically, and your clothes will automatically appear in bed every season.

I don't know if that girl will worry about your drunkenness, feel sorry for your overtime work, fully support your career, try to communicate with you when encountering problems, find ways to solve her own troubles, eat the cheapest working meal by herself, and save money to buy good red wine and decent jewelry for your mother.

Maybe one day, you will find that the so-called "a pool of stagnant water" home is actually a quiet time, and it is also achieved by a woman who silently tries her best.

Maybe one day you will understand that no matter how deep the love is, it can't stand the abrasion of time, and no matter how charming the smile is, it won't feel for a long time.

Maybe when the new person in front of you becomes the original you, you will get bored again, and then meet the girl who can make you live again. This year's flowers are better than last year's, but next year's flowers are better. You know who you are with.

Maybe one day, you will also think of our little happiness together. Think of the sweat on your hands when we first held hands. I remembered that we got separated on our honeymoon trip, and finally we found each other and hugged each other happily. Thinking of you coming back from working overtime late at night and drinking warm porridge, I sat opposite and told you jokes. The three of them laughed at the thought of my daughter living in our bed. ...

Of course it doesn't matter.

Everything has a destiny. We have come this far in our lives, and the play should be over.

There is still more than half of our lives ahead, and we each start a new line.

I think I can live a better life.

I hope you are too.