And wants a divorce. They've been together for probably ten years or so, married for 4. He found out for sure this past Saturday night at a party he threw for her 30th birthday when he picked up her phone accidentally thinking it was his (they have the same exact model) and saw the damning evidence. He's been a wreck all week at work (we work together), and it all melted down last night.
Now, she's with the other guy, I assume, and he's completely broken. I visited him this morning and at his request, took all of his guns. They just moved into an awesome new house in March, which their renting from his best friend, but there's no way he or she could afford that on their own, so his housing situation is now fucked and uncertain, too. Not to mention, just the sheer hurt and humiliation of it happening.
I actually feel dirty and ashamed to even be peripherally involved in the situation. I'm just completely disgusted with how people can be sometimes.
I don't even know why I'm posting this here. I guess it's a way to process it. I've been thinking a lot since this all happened last night and have gained some real perspective today about what grudges and bullshit we think is really important and what stuff actually is important.
I guess there's no real "big finish" or punchline to this thread, just a few thoughts. If you are currently or are flirting with the idea of being dishonest in your relationships and are reading this, I want you to consider the damage that shit causes both to the victim and those who surround. If you don't want to be with someone any more, be a man about it and come clean.