The Confab – The Other Woman – Part II

The Women before. During. And after.
We’re all in it together.
They’re just like us.

True Love Scam Guest Post By Erin McGee

The other woman called me today. I emailed her an apology yesterday for a nasty email I’d sent her in anger when I first found out about the affair. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I’d been extremely unfair to her, and my anger needed to be squarely directed at my husband, not at her. So I apologized and gave her my Skype name, should she ever want to talk in the future.

Five minutes after hitting “send,” she called me.



She called me a few times, and though I answered each time, she kept hanging up. Then she signed off.  I thought maybe she got cold feet, which is understandable, so I sent her a message letting her know that I’m open to talk any time that worked for her.

Today, she called.
I answered. And we spoke for over an hour.

The hangups, I learned, were because my husband was there in the room with her, batting the phone out of her hand and trying to break it as she called me. So she waited until he left today to call. And there she was, we were face to face via computer monitor.

“I want to tell you everything, but I don’t want you to be hurt any more than you already are. I respect you as a woman, and I don’t want to hurt you,” she said.

“I promise you that there is not much that would surprise me at this point. I’ve already lost everything, and I don’t really think I can be hurt any more at this point.”

“You have no idea how much I have lost. You can’t imagine.”

“I can, and I’m sure that he is also bleeding you dry, just like he did me. And I know that you have even more to lose financially than I did.”

“It’s so much more than that. I want to tell you, but I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t want you to tell him.”

“I promise I won’t tell him. I never want to speak with him again. Can you please tell me?”

“I was pregnant. He wanted me to keep it. But I didn’t want to. I didn’t want that life.”

Somehow, even though this was new information, I knew this in my gut. I nodded and said “I know.” And I then began to cry. “I’m so sorry for you. I’m so sorry that you had to go through that.”

“So that was why he left me one day in March, then? That’s why you were in the hospital?” I continued.

“Yes. His parents called him, to let him know I was dying. I also tried to kill myself two times after that.”

I cried again. “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I almost killed myself too, last fall. He almost killed both of us.”

She nodded. “All I have now is my money. I have nothing else. My life is shattered,” she said.

“I understand. I never had money, but he took all of it.”

“I know,” she said. “I told myself that he must have no money because he was sending you all of it, so I paid for everything for him.”

“I knew that you paid for everything. I found the receipts for the flights. You even paid his way back to me. That was extremely kind of you.”

“I paid for everything.”

“I know he spent his money on child support and taxes–“

“He didn’t pay any of that. I paid all of that. Because I thought he was spending all of his money on you.”

I laughed. The joke came full circle. “In the three years we were together, he paid for nothing. NOTHING. Not one bill. I paid for everything. We were both paying for him.”

We talked about many things, most of which are a blur. But she really did seem to know all about everything. He told her as much, if not more, about his life than I knew. She knew about his exes, how he was also abusive to them. She was a victim in this just as much as I am.

They met and the affair began right away. He’d been living with her all year. Each time he left me, he moved in with her. She showed me his suitcases and his PS4 the one that I bought him.

“I can’t imagine how you must be feeling. I promise you, I am not with him, and I will not be with him. I don’t want him in my life. I want him gone. He’s coming by to get his things later,” she assured me.

“I don’t want him either. Don’t be alone. He can be so violent when he’s angry. And right now, his entire web of lies has exploded on him. He must be short-circuiting. I can’t imagine how angry he is. Be very careful.”

“I know.” She nodded.

“Call me or text me when he’s gone to let me know that you’re ok. I’m worried about you.”

We thanked each other, and we apologized to each other again. We empathized, even though we were on opposite sides of the issue, we’d both been destroyed by the same force. She sent me love and hugs and kisses, and I sent the same back to her. She said to call any time I needed anything, and I told her to do the same. He will not control us anymore.

Thanks to Erin McGee. Oops I Married a Narcissist.

The Confab – The Other Woman – Part I

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