Along comes one of the craigslist denizens to post this nugget of drama for the readers. It is useful to remember that craigslist is a free for all in which anyone can post anything whether or not it has any connection to reality. They are all just stories. With that in mind, this post appeared one fine day.
I totally fucked up my entire world.
I dont' know what to do or where to go or how to fix it.
I just need some advice.
I got drunk. Really drunk.
It was Saturday night.
I have an alcohol problem I've never admitted...for the past 7 months since I had this life changing surgery.
It's no excuse, but it is what it is.
My husband found me laying naked in bed at my parents house while they were out of town with a guy I barely know laying naked on the ground.
Fortunately, we didn't have sex. We got too drunk and passed out.
But I can tell the intention was there, no matter how much I love my husband.
We've had problems. He ws kind enough to decide that we can work this out. and let me stay at home.
We have 2 young kids together.
I'm an idot.
This only happened a day ago, and I know time is going to help, but every time I look at my husband it breaks my heart...I want to die...I can't believe I hurt this amazing man.
I can tell by the way he looks at me that I've shattered him.
How do I pick up the pieces?
We can't afford a counselor, or we'd already be there.
My response:
You said it very succinctly, darling.
You totally fucked up your entire world.
The first thing is the alcohol. The problem is that it does not cause you to do anything. It unleashes that which you desire to do and are inhibited. So you really wanted to fuck some scuzz bucket on a Saturday night. Mind you, this is not some college age experimentation. You are the mother of two children, and those years should be way behind you, nothing more than a distant memory that brings a sly smile to your face. I use the term "mother" loosely here, as the fact that your body spewed forth two babies is no indication that you are fit to nurture and love them in a manner to which they are entitled, as you clearly fall short of that standard.
Your husband is sticking with you as a form of damage control. It is over with you, but he is salvaging his relationship with his children, and considering the expense and aggravation of you, the baby breeder, as part of the package deal to maintain ties with his children.
Whatever pleasure or orgasm you might have had now has a price. It was all a transaction you entered into when you made that choice and since you were bombed out of your mind you will now pay the price for your fun without even a fleeting sweet memory of what you enjoyed. Even that is too great a reward for the worthless pile of human refuse that you are. At this point, the best thing that can happen to avoid future suffering is that you die so your husband is free to get a worthy wife and his children have a possible hope to have a loving mother.
No sense in being gentle with this one. She has already done enough damage so her demise would make the world a better place.
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