I am having an affair with my wife’s mother.<\/p>\n
I know how terrible that sounds.<\/p>\n
I’m not writing this because I want anyone to tell me it’s okay.<\/p>\n
I just need to get it off my chest.<\/p>\n
My wife and I are both nineteen.<\/p>\n
We’ve been together for three years and married for five months.<\/p>\n
We were young, but our relationship was real.<\/p>\n
We had already survived more than most couples our age.<\/p>\n
Her father was abusive and hated me from the beginning.<\/p>\n
Still, my wife and I stayed together.<\/p>\n
We fought for each other.<\/p>\n
And I genuinely loved her.<\/p>\n
Her mother was different.<\/p>\n
She was forty and had always been incredibly kind to me.<\/p>\n
I admired her.<\/p>\n
She had survived things I wouldn’t wish on anyone, yet somehow remained gentle and optimistic.<\/p>\n
My wife adored her mother and was fiercely protective of her.<\/p>\n
Three months ago, her mother moved into our house.<\/p>\n
At first, everything felt normal.<\/p>\n
We ate dinner together.<\/p>\n
Watched movies.<\/p>\n
Talked late into the night.<\/p>\n
She became almost like family.<\/p>\n
Then one night, my wife went to bed early.<\/p>\n
Her mother and I stayed in the kitchen talking.<\/p>\n
She opened up about her past.<\/p>\n
I listened.<\/p>\n
She cried.<\/p>\n
I comforted her.<\/p>\n
And somewhere along the way, something changed.<\/p>\n
It was a moment neither of us acknowledged.<\/p>\n
Then it happened again.<\/p>\n
And again.<\/p>\n
Eventually, we crossed a line neither of us could pretend wasn’t there.<\/p>\n
The first time afterward, I couldn’t look at myself.<\/p>\n
Her mother cried.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don’t know what we’re doing,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n
I told her we had to stop.<\/p>\n
We didn’t.<\/p>\n
That was the worst part.<\/p>\n
We knew exactly what we were risking.<\/p>\n
My wife trusted both of us completely.<\/p>\n
Every time she hugged her mother, I felt sick.<\/p>\n
Every time she kissed me goodnight, I felt like a fraud.<\/p>\n
Then one evening, my wife unexpectedly came home early.<\/p>\n
Her mother’s bedroom door was slightly open.<\/p>\n
My wife stopped in the hallway.<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
Then at her mother.<\/p>\n
Neither of us said anything.<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
She whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you both acting weird?\u201d<\/p>\n
I tried to lie.<\/p>\n
She walked past me.<\/p>\n
Then she saw something on her mother’s nightstand.<\/p>\n
My wedding ring.<\/p>\n
I’d taken it off.<\/p>\n
My wife stared at it for several seconds.<\/p>\n
Then she looked at her mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her mother started crying.<\/p>\n
My wife turned to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me I’m wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn’t.<\/p>\n
She stepped backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she asked the question I will never forget.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
Her knees almost gave out.<\/p>\n
She sat on the edge of the bed, covering her face.<\/p>\n
Her mother reached toward her.<\/p>\n
My wife pulled away.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon’t touch me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were supposed to be the one person who would never hurt me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had no defense.<\/p>\n
There wasn’t one.<\/p>\n
She packed a bag that night.<\/p>\n
Before she left, she stopped at the door.<\/p>\n
She looked at her mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cI protected you my whole life.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I trusted you with my whole future.\u201d<\/p>\n
She walked out.<\/p>\n
I haven’t seen her since.<\/p>\n
Her mother moved out the next morning.<\/p>\n
She left a note on the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
It contained only one sentence:<\/p>\n
\u201cWe destroyed the person who loved us both most.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I don’t know what happens next.<\/p>\n I don’t know whether my marriage can survive this.<\/p>\n Honestly, I don’t know if it should.<\/p>\n But I finally understand something I should have understood before I ever crossed that first line:<\/p>\n Some mistakes don’t just hurt the people who make them.<\/strong><\/p>\n Sometimes, they destroy the one person who never deserved to be hurt.<\/strong><\/p>\n I Thought My Wife\u2019s Mother Was Like Family\u2014Then I Crossed a Line I Can\u2019t Undo I am having an affair with my wife’s mother. I know how terrible that sounds. … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":146962,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-146961","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-honglay"],"brizy_media":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/honglay168.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146961","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/honglay168.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/honglay168.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/honglay168.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/honglay168.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=146961"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/honglay168.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146961\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":146992,"href":"https:\/\/honglay168.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146961\/revisions\/146992"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/honglay168.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/146962"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/honglay168.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=146961"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/honglay168.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=146961"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/honglay168.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=146961"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}<\/h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"