An Open Letter to the Woman who Slept with my Husband

I don’t know what to say, to discuss morals or ethics, or to comment on your excessive frankness with my husband.
I don’t know if I should blame you for breaking my house, or if I should be sorry for you leading yourself to a dark pit.
You slept your way through to having a shoulder to rest on, but you seduced yourself into falling for a thankless man.
You lured a man into believing he needed you, but you ensnared yourself in a web of lies.
You beguiled him into believing I wasn’t enough, but you gripped onto a man I’m choosing to let go, a rejected man.
You held him spellbound at the sight of your beauty, but you dropped your dignity as you did that.
You seized his attention, his touch, his feel, but you failed to make him feel anything when he held you.
You caught his eye and so he wanted you all to himself, but you failed to grasp him when he still ran to others.
You made yourself believe you were the last in his life, but you failed to see you were just another.
You dropped down everything for him, but all he chose to drop was the barrier of shame.
You found yourself a man, but failed to find a partner who loved you passionately.
His passion was to play with beautiful things, and you let him believe your beauty was another one of them.
I don’t know if I should be thankful to you for showing me his real face, or feel sorry for you for how you lead me to removing my blindfold of trust.
I’m leaving him not only because he broke my heart, but because he trampled on my self-esteem as he did so.
He led me to believe I wasn’t a good wife but now I have realised I wasn’t just good enough for him.
I wasn’t good enough, not because I lacked something, I was just more than he could handle.
I am beautiful but not as scarcely as he wants, my soul adds to my beauty more than the physical he can bear.
I am faithful but not as limited as only maintaining loyalty to hiding his dark side, I’m true-blue to my inner-self, prepared to let go of anything that harms me.
And so I’m parting ways from him, because I cannot let his complex break me, his complex that I’m beyond what he wants.
I cannot let him search for those that please him, right before my eyes to believe I’m not worth him.
Yes maybe I’m just not worth him, because our standards of worth don’t match. Mine begin straight from honesty, and that word has no standing on his list.
I’m moving on in life and I hope someday you too, you move on to realise you’re worth more than such a man’s temporary attention.