I just stumbled back from the comments section over at OMSH and
thought “Dang!” because I do actually think in exclamation marks.

I shared something relevant in the comments section,but the
Dang! was because I should have used my thoughts as an entry.

The entry was about her heartache over catching a church member
cheating on his wife, with his wife’s so-called best friend.

I have been reading tea leaves, palms, tarot cards, entrails, etc.,
for more than 24 years.

I can count on the fingers of ONE HAND how many women straight up
wanted to know if hubby was cheating.

Why?
I’m glad you asked. I have certainly asked myself.
Oh, wait. It’s because they don’t want to know.

If the one who has vowed to forsake all others isn’t through with
all the forsaking, then action must be taken.
When children are involved in the scenario, said action becomes
frightening. Who wants to risk the emotional and financial
security of their children?

If cheating spouse is confronted, he will either deny or confess.
With a confession, there is either a change of behaviour or not.
Personally, I think it is genetically encoded to deny, deny, deny.
But that’s me. I’ve seen their work.
I’m not bitter. A little bitter, okay? Back off.

If the cheating behaviour changes, there is a long,
sob-filled period before trust is built up.

If there is no change in the behaviour, there are two choices:
1. break up your formerly happy family unit.
2. pretend it isn’t still happening.

See why they don’t want to know?

Now for those that DO want to know:

They have their reasons.

Usually, they are gathering justifications or evidence for an
impending divorce.
Sometimes (And I swear this actually happened), they want to know
when he is going to die, so they don’t lose all kinds of financial
ways in the divorce.

I actually advised one woman to hang on a bit, that a widow gets
it all, where in a divorce, the lawyers get it all.
Quote from witchypoo: “The only way you can lose here is if you
kill him your own self.” (or have him killed)

Plotting carefully the demise of one’s husband reminds me of my
dear friend, Skinny Bitch. She is a delight.

You may hear about her soon.

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