In one moment, I lost both my sister and my husband. To me, these people no longer exist.
What irritates me the most in this situation is my mother’s reaction. She admits that my sister “acted wrongly,” yet she gets upset that I refuse to communicate with that traitor. My mother has only one argument: “But you are not strangers.” It would be better if we were strangers – at least then, it wouldn’t hurt this much.
I always had a good relationship with my younger sister, Emily. Of course, we had occasional arguments, but we would quickly make up. The older we got, the fewer conflicts we had.
We were only a year apart in age, which meant we were always at the same stage of life and even shared the same group of friends. I never noticed Emily trying to steal my boyfriends – our tastes were completely different.
When Daniel came into my life, I didn’t hesitate to introduce him to my sister. Emily and I spent a lot of time together, so it was important to me that she and Daniel got along. They quickly found common ground, but I never saw anything suspicious.
Daniel and I got married and moved into his apartment. Emily often visited us, sometimes with her boyfriend, whom I thought she was planning to marry. But later, they broke up, and she started coming over alone.
I wasn’t concerned when I came home from work and found Emily and Daniel drinking tea in the kitchen. What was strange about that? My sister had come to visit, I wasn’t home, so she waited for me. Daniel, being a polite man, offered her some tea. Everything seemed normal, nothing suspicious.
That was until one day when I came home at the worst possible moment. I found my husband and my sister in a situation that left no room for doubt. I didn’t even need to ask, “What is going on here?” Everything was obvious.
Later, I found out that they had been “in love” in every sense of the word for an entire year, secretly meeting behind my back while I remained completely unaware. But who would have thought that the two people closest to me would betray me like this?
Then came the divorce and my move to a rented apartment, as I didn’t want to return to my parents’ house. I didn’t want any contact with my sister or my ex-husband. Through my parents, I learned that they were planning a wedding and already living together. I think they will get along just fine – they deserve each other.
What surprises me most about this situation is my mother’s attitude. She did, in a way, criticize Emily’s actions: “That was wrong, Emily, that wasn’t nice.” But at the same time, she expects me to restore my relationship with my sister.
Her main argument: “But you are not strangers.” And that is exactly the problem – we are not strangers. If it had been some random person, it wouldn’t have hurt as much. They deceived me for a long time, and now I am supposed to pretend that nothing happened?
– But it’s love, you can’t control your heart – my mother tried to convince me.
If it was such a great love, she could have come to me and said: “Look, this is the situation – I love your husband, and he loves me. Let’s talk about how to handle this.” That would have hurt too, but at least I would have understood. Instead, I feel like I’ve been spat on.
I don’t excuse my husband – he acted like a complete scumbag. But no one is forcing me to stay in touch with him. I simply erased him from my life. His betrayal burned away all the positive feelings I had for him.
If my mother didn’t interfere, I probably would have stopped feeling hurt by my sister a long time ago. But she constantly reminds me of Emily. Recently, she scolded me for not wishing my sister a happy birthday – in her opinion, that was extremely rude. Yes, rude. And sleeping with your sister’s husband is perfectly acceptable?
My mother still doesn’t understand that the problem is not that my sister “took” my husband. If he hadn’t wanted it, no one would have taken him. The problem is that she shamelessly slept with my husband in my home and then looked me in the eye as if everything was fine. That is real betrayal. And I will never forgive it.
