Broken and impaired from Heidelberg, Gauteng writes…
My dearest Broken
This is the hottest cup of tea I have sipped in ages. Liewe Lulu is clutching her pearls! Let me compose myself. I must say that I am a little on the fence, because I am a firm believer that closures are for wigs and not people. I am also loving the idea because imagine a world where husbands knew that wives would be meeting the “other woman” for a glass of bubbly or two. Infidelity rates would plummet! I am gagged by this idea, sis. I also imagine it would be handled with all your grace.
Let’s say you make history and go through with it and get her side of the story. If she is as graceful as you, she would do you the kindness of spilling the beans of their sordid affair. But now do you really want to know how many times your scumbag of a husband told her that he loved her? Or liked her scent better than yours? Or how he took her to your favourite restaurant?
*Siri, play Beyonce’s Lemonade*
Let’s start with a solo powwow first and consider the odds of both good and bad that may arise from meeting the other woman. You have already gone through hell with the pain of this betrayal. Do you really want to go through more?
Some situations just need us to let sleeping dogs lie, no matter how much it hurts.