I found her on Facebook. I looked at her photo and every cell in my body screamed, “You were her. You were her and no one told you for YEARS of your husband’s goings-on. Why would you, of all people, deprive her of that knowledge?”
So I wrote her. And I told her. More than that, we spoke on the phone. And when I got off the phone with her I cried. I cried cause I knew how hard it was for her to listen to what I said. I could feel my hands shaking and blood racing as if in unison with hers. I could feel her world crashing in. I could feel the piercing stab of betrayal through her heart.
But when my tears subsided and my blood calmed, I could only think of her final words to me: “Thank you. Thank you for having the courage to tell me.”
And I held my shoulders back knowing I’d made the right choice – for her AND me.