Dear Dan’s wife,
I hope the title fits well since it seems you’ve forgotten your name.
Thank you for your email which I received.
You sure can throw yourself a pity party. How dare you come off to me like that. For years on end you had him and you chose to ignore him throughout. You chose not to work for your marriage, and now, when he’s finally fed up, you wake up. And in your waking you decide to write to me, instead of talking to your husband!
Yes, when I met him, I knew he was married. He did not hide it. But when he spoke of you, of his family, a sadness hit his eyes. He needed an ear, a friend, and we started off innocently. I’m in my mid thirties, very single and here was a man who was great company. Yes, we went overboard and I regretted it. I tried to pull away, start a fresh life, but he kept coming back. And you know Dan, it’s too hard to say no.
You see, we fell in love. Madly, deeply, stupidly in love. He learnt from his experience with you, and from what you guys went through, we shall both be better for each other.
Dan loves you still, he loves his children, and I accept that. He won’t divorce you if that’s your biggest fear. But he’s not leaving me either.
You see, he’s planning on having me as a second wife. He hasn’t told you yet but he’s already come to see my parents and is just waiting for a date to come see the elders.
I’ve met your mother in law. She knows. So long as you’re taken care of and happy, we have her blessings.
I am not going anywhere and you have to accept that. Accept that your arguments and nagging and resentment towards each other bore me. I may be the unwanted link, but my presence in this family has created calm and a more conducive environment.
So I’m sorry. Sorry that you’ll be having a co-wife, no woman ever wishes for. I’m sorry you had to find out this way. I’m sorry that I fell for him, and that now we are here.
So I hope you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me, and accept what is coming our way. I know this sounds like a long shot, but I do hope we’ll be friends some day.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a lunch date with our husband.