My husband left me for my sister. He moved in with her. Then, three years later, he left her toofor her best friend.
Wed been married for seven years. Our marriage wasnt perfect, but it wasnt terrible either. It was a typical lifejobs, home, family, Sunday lunches. My sister often popped round. She was always nearby, involved. I never noticed anything out of the ordinary. In fact, I thought it was a good thing they got along. Sometimes she stayed for lunch, other times Id call her for a hand with something because I worked long hours. Never once did I suspect anything was going on.
One ordinary Thursday, he left early and said he was off to work. He didnt come back for lunch. Nor did he come home that evening, or the next day. On the third day, when he finally answered his phone, he gave no apology, no explanation. He just said, Im not coming back. I need some space. I thought he was having some sort of crisis, maybe staying at a mates. But before the week was out, a family member quietly told me what nobody wanted to say: he was now living with my sister.
The rumour quickly became fact. My parents found out, then my uncles, then the neighbours. My sister stopped answering my calls. He no longer came anywhere near the house. A few days later, she collected her clothes while I was out. Nobody offered any kind of explanation. Everyone just seemed to accept there was nothing left to be said.
They set up home together in another part of town. Then, they began to turn up at family gatherings, which I no longer attended. My sister claimed, You cant choose who you love, insisting things just happened, while he said he hadnt been happy with me for a long time. I was left alonewith shame and pain. Thankfully, we didnt have children, or it would have been even harder.
Three years went by. I carried on as best I could. As far as I knew, they were still together. Then, one day, I learned through someone else that they had split up. Hed moved onand not alone: now he was with my sisters closest friend. A woman whod been there right from the start, who knew the whole story, whod been a confidante and witness to everything.
My sister was devastated. He changed houses, stories, and excuses again. This time, he claimed he hadnt been happy with my sister, that she was to blame, that she was lost and confused. But by then, none of us believed a word he said.
Now, our family is still fractured. I no longer speak to my sister. Shes not on speaking terms with her former best friend. And he? Hes never apologised. Never taken any responsibility.
Is this what they call karma?
