Gads. Isn't it sad that I could blog at least weekly, maybe even daily about celebrities, politicians and other persons of prominence who were caught with their pants down? I know statistics say more than half of everyone you know has been unfaithful, but still - it's just sad.
So.
Today in the news, we have a murdered football player, his murdered mistress, and a wife who had no idea that the former had the latter.
It reminds me of a story a few years back when a man got a citation via the mail from one of those red-light cameras, mounted over busy intersections. According to the camera, he'd run a red light, or more accurately, his car did.
He ended up taking the ticket to court, fighting it, and winning because he was not driving the car. The picture clearly showed his vehicle, all right, but his wife's lover was driving it, and she was in the passenger seat. And with that picture, his world was ripped apart and his wife, who thought she was oh-so-careful, found out that there are just some things you can't plan for.
Car accidents. Hidden physical conditions. Freak occurences. Crime. They happen to people every day, and sometimes they happen to people who shouldn't have been doing what they were doing when they happened to become a statistic.
I can't imagine what it would be like to be mourning the death of my husband, and the death of my marriage in one fell swoop. For all my jokes about how I could spend his insurance money, I've had to mourn the loss of him already, to a degree. How conflicting would it be to have it all land on you at once? Not that he would have ever considered what that would do to his wife and family - no one plans to die while they're having a tryst, certainly. But then again, people having affairs take great pains not to think about their spouses and families when they make their plans. They are compartmentalized. Part of that other life.
At least until reality crashes those separate lives together, and the world falls apart for someone who didn't sign up for any of it.
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