An open letter to my Ex manwhore... in Diary

It didn’t take me long to figure out the texting clusterfuck that destroyed our seven year relationship.
It went down a little something like this:
You, free of the house and out for your errands, sent a text to your OTHER lover first, asking her if she could talk.
Without waiting for her response, you sent a text to me which simply read “Talk?”
Other lover then responds, to which you reply, WITHOUT exiting the text message stream you had initated with ME. I get the incriminating message you had meant for the other lover…immediately after getting the initial “Talk?” message.
You realize your mistake and immediately send a cover up text, addressing your wife by her first name. Really? You’re smarter than that. You had to know I would see right through that! You don’t have to address your spouse by name. She know it’s you because you are ON SPEED DIAL. Now I’m supposed to believe you are texting all THREE of us? At once? What kind of fucking drugs are you on?
YOU FUCKED UP. You fucked up by fancying yourself smart and clever enough to text BOTH your girlfriends at once while out running from your WIFE.
You always said you would tell me before you cheated. We had an open, honest relationship. You said you would spare me this fate, that you would not put my sexual health at risk.
You said you loved me.
More importantly, I trusted my body to you. Forget about my soul.
You cheating, lying, no good bastard of a man.
I can see you grooming her. Does she pee into your cupped hand, daintily perched on the edge of the tub while you convince her that pissing for you is the first step to overcoming her fear of squirting during orgasm?
Are you feeding her sushi on the bed at the Red Roof Inn? Or does she warrant fancier digs? Maybe she’s an independent lady and you can fuck at her house.
Maybe she’s a he.
Did you visit your cottage, your secret love nest, and convince her she is special and the only one to ever grace the place?? Will I ever know the answers to these questions? NO. Because you would lie to me before you spit out one iota of truth.
My silver haired fox, you can’t use your silver tongue to talk your way out of this one.
I hope she’s worth it.
You hurt a good woman, a woman that loved you unconditionally. A woman that has wanted to serve you and be with you since day one, or two, or shortly thereafter. That cooked for you, and rubbed you and suffered with you through surgery and long absences and never once opened her legs for another guy.
And here’s why…
Because emotionally, I was fulfilled. Just like you said YOU were. I waited for you and waited for you, but you refused to even let me drive to you for a ten minute visit the whole entire first YEAR of your wife’s retirement and I STILL LOVED YOU and remained faithful.
When I close my eyes at night, I see her queening you. I hear you and see you doing all the things to her that you did to me. I hear the things you are whispering in her ear. I know what your hands feel and look like on her body and I know the words you are saying to her.
You haven’t wanted me in a while now.
YOU were the one playing with your food.
Keeping me hanging on, while you grew less and less interested in me day by day.
Yup, you cheated on the WRONG woman. I hope this new girl is as much FUCKING FUN as I was, and at least half as good in the sack.