Hey there, Uncle: My wife took my three kids and moved out because she found out I had screwed another woman. The woman expected me to continue “dating,” which was never my intention. Her revenge was calling my wife.
Everyone hates me, even the guys who play around. (What’s with them? Are they hating me because I got caught?) My wife hates me. My kids hate me. Funny thing is: I don’t hate me. What the hell.
What should I do? – Hated in Boise
Hello Hated. I’m glad you don’t hate yourself. It’s always depressing to see men sniveling around after an attack of testosterone.
Western culture accepts the “do not commit adultery” rule, but history and 95% of all novels attest to the fact we do not follow it. Before the Pill, women followed the rule because they could get pregnant. Now they’re playing around, too.
Dare I say it? “What’s the big deal?”
In my opinion, your wife’s leaving with your three children is a greater sin than your night with another woman. Nothing – nothing – is more important than raising children. By the time the youngest is 18, your wife will have forgotten all about your adventure(s). She might even feel grateful that other women satisfy your urges because she doesn’t find you sexy. Hard to believe that you are not very appealing, eh?
What should you do? Well, you should do exactly what I previously said you shouldn’t do: present yourself to your wife in abject misery with chin quivering. Promise it will never happen again. Tell her you love her, can’t live without her, blah, blah, blah. Promise her a new couch and an anniversary vacation to anywhere outside of Boise. She will have discovered that life on her own without your parenting and your paycheck is harsh. She has to feed those kids and put up with their bellyaching.
Now, what’s with those guys who hate you even though they are philanderers? They don’t really hate you. They are putting on a good show so their wives will nod approvingly. If these guys support you, even act friendly toward you, it might be perceived as an admission of their own guilt. So . . . just wait. They’ll be patting you on the back soon.
