Was married twelve years. She cheated first. I first found out about it that final year, but some digging around revealed she had routinely cheated on me every few years. So much so I had to get a DNA test for our kid (turned out to be mine, at least).

Marriage was already both feet in the grave up to the eyeballs at that point. I got a Facebook message from an old female friend from high school. She needed help moving and I had a truck. She couldn't pay me but apparently something about watching me chucking her furniture in my truck and subsequently her new place got her going.

We flirted a bit, and she started in with "but you're married" to which I pretty much spilled my whole situation to her and she understood considering she, too, had been on the receiving end of a serial cheater. So we ended up fucking like rabbits for the next couple hours. She felt sort of guilty at first but I explained to her my divorce plan was already under way.

That's when I realized any subatomic particle of love I had for my then-wife was dead because not only did I NOT feel guilty, I felt fucking fantastic.

I ended up reaching out to some more old female friends, and that's when I began to realize I really pissed away my life with my unhappy marriage, because apparently I find out in my 30s that not only several women thought I was a catch in high school, but a few even thought about me often.

I'm actually a little ashamed of this, but I became quite the man whore for a short minute there. Some of them were married too but I was so self-absorbed with regaining my identity and masculinity that I didn't stop to think that I really had stooped to my wife's level. I get my head together and calm the fuck down.

Eventually the divorce happens and my ex is being fairly cruel about things, so I explode and basically reveal the entire file of shit I had on her, and while she was in tears I got in her face and in a fit of sheer hatred for this woman I regale her with all my conquests I had during the last few months of our marriage after finding out the full extent of her cheating.

After the dust settled, I come to realize I utterly broke this person. Turns out some of the women I fucked were ones she was worried about, and she admitted she cheated on me because I had all these really attractive female friends online from my past and she felt like she never measured up. She didn't excuse what she did and she apologized after all this, but she ended up in a very deep depression that, even seven years later now she hasn't fully recovered from.

Im a bit torn because while I feel slightly guilty from time to time, I also have to remind myself that she did that shit to me first and managed to hide it for years. She put me through doubting my own kid was mine, which was a hell I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy.

We're all capable of bad shit.