To my best friend, who I just discovered had a three-year affair with my wife.
Thanks for being such a pal. For years, my family has suffered because of some mysterious lack of connection between my wife and me. I could only get her to touch me once every three months—while you were having your way with her every Thursday or Friday, whichever fit your busy legal schedule.
Ugh. Both our families have young kids. And now that you have ended it with my wife, you already have yet another woman?
You’re a hairy-backed pig. I find it only fitting that you resemble John Edwards both physically and ethically. Now, about your beautiful wife… Do I tell her? She is my friend, you know. One of my best friends.

Your still his ‘friend’? There are/were better, more subtle ways to get even than exposing him, or your wife.
Instead, how about all involved become grown-ups and accept that monogamy doesn’t work for the majority of us and admit you fell into the same age-old trap of unrealistic marriage expectations that most people fall into and made some promises you couldn’t keep, and realize it didn’t work for you and most likely never will, and instead of screaming at each other about it and making the rest of your kid’s lives hell, agree that you’re all in the same fucking boat and evolve a little bit by deciding to simply move on and leave this behind you?
Or is that asking for too much?
@the women who complained about “unsympathetic” men
Women aren’t perfect, they aren’t as “pure as freshly fallen snow”, they aren’t paragons of virtue or unassailable icons of proper morality. Women are people. They make the same mistakes as men, and quite often at the same ratios as men. And for every bitter girlfriend that you may have, there are plenty of men who’ve been on the receiving end of women with “Daddy issues”, women with “ex-boyfriend” issues, women who feel that the quickest step towards “empowerment” is to act like a frat boy at his first party, and other stupid juvenile shit that is pulled by both sexes against each other (or their own gender). So, instead of jumping on the “men are pigs/assholes/etc.!”, bandwagon and circling the tents as soon as an “innocent maiden” is attacked for stepping out of her place, take a minute to remember that for every man who’s so indignant about reprehensible female behaviour that he decides to blurt it out incoherently on some random blog, there’s a woman who quite possibly tore his heart out of her body with his own teeth, then walked away while saying trite comments like, “This was a growing experience, for the both of us.”
Relationship fuckery is a two-way street, and no amount of mental wrangling can mitigate the fact that it takes two to tango. Unless, of course, all of these men are projecting their anger on this specific woman due to all of them having met the “one crazy bitch” in the world who dared to smear the rest of you.
@the original writer
I hate to flip the script like this, but you most definitely fucked up. Her cheating on you wasn’t your fault, her cheating on you at a level where she only let you fuck her enough to satisfy some random “marital sex” quota while she wrapped her legs around her lover as often as possible *is*. Even the stereotypical “seven year itch” doesn’t explain the idea of a woman who’s ready and willing to fuck some random (or not so random) guy over receiving carnal attention from her husband, so that’s all *you* and not your “friend’s” fault or your wife’s fault. A slip up between them, maybe on a holiday combined weekend or after you spent a few months working too hard to pay attention to her would be understandable (although still “unforgivable” by vanilla standards.) Her ability to put herself at his sexual beck and call while ignoring her own husband’s “needs” and obliterating the idea of her lover’s wife is inexcusable, if only for the implication that her sexual needs weren’t being met because you weren’t “man” enough for the job.
I don’t care what went wrong. You’re too small, you’re too big, you’re too fast, you’re too slow, you’re too romantic, you’re too clinical, you only paid attention to her when you wanted to fuck, you smothered her to the point where she didn’t want to fuck you because she saw you as more of a child than a man. Whatever. A grown ass man should be able to “read” his wife’s emotions at some level and make an attempt to meet her needs. A grown ass man should pay enough _attention_ to his wife to be able to figure out that something is wrong long before a year has passed in the relationship. I’ve yet to meet a woman who constantly expects her husband to meet every single need, but you’re raging at them because it took you three years to figure out that there was something wrong with a marriage in which the wife would only let her husband have sex with her on a seasonal basis?
Marriage isn’t chess, it checkers! The first time that you poked your wife on the back with your cock and she murmured over the covers, “Not until the leaves fall, dear.”, should have been enough of a hint that something was wrong. Instead, you decided to live in some sort of sitcom dad daze until you were confronted with living proof that your wife wasn’t some sort of android cooking machine with a rarely used pussy!? Are you serious? And then you post some drama-laden diatribe about being betrayed by your “best friend” while mentioning that your “best friend’s wife” is also one of your “best friends”? You’re seriously taking the piss on that one.
Anyway, it’s done. Get DNA tests done on the child(ren), start transferring as many of your accounts into your name as possible and contact a lawyer. Split up clean, then take a good look at yourself before you decide to bring more “drama” into the lives of non-related people, because the levels of idiocy that you’ve evinced in your post are enough to make me think that none of you (you, your wife, your “friend” or his wife) should be anywhere near each other.
Or, of course, you could do the adult thing and actually pull everyone aside and figure out where everything went wrong, then put the pieces of the puzzle back together with the new information. Oh wait, I said “adult”, how silly of me. Let me get back on the bandwagon.
“Blah blah blah, whore wife, blah blah bastard friend with hairy back, blah blah she let him fuck her whenever he had time, blah blah I’m really in lust with my friend’s wife as much as I knew that he was in lust with mine but we could never do something as simple as a weekend swap because that would be ‘wrong’, blah blah ‘Tell me that I should fuck his wife for revenge, random strangers on the Internet!’, blah blah blah.”
good gracious, there are some really mean people here.