The next day

 Today is the next day after a hard day. I've accepted everything that has happened and am ready to move on. I'm not bitter about things just disappointed that it happened at all. I'm also disappointed in the friendship that I had and the two of us with how we were and how we dealt with this.

 The only way to get through this is to not have this other person in my wife and I's life. I hate the person for what happened but I don't see the point in doing that. I also hate myself for doing what I did but again I need to deal with that. I just realise that being like that will make it worse and I need to move on. There is no reason to have those emotions in coping with this. I am still sorry I put my wife and my friend through this and that I was a weak willed fool.

  My wife showed me the letters that my friend wrote to my wife when they were talking and seeing what is in there confuses me with how my friend could go from being like that to saying the things they said when I talked to them. I can understand the hurt that occurred but knowing my wife I find it hard to accept how things turned out and how someone could seemingly change like that.

  I"m not writing all this to be vicious or vindictive, I'm just writing what I feel in the hopes of accepting it for what it is. Me and my wife are carrying on with our lives, this being an experience we had, staying forever hopeful that we can find other people like us to know and share our lives with. We thought we had found that but it turned out not to be so and we are sorry that it hurt the three of us going through this. We hope we can all just move on and find what we are looking for in life.

  Another sad part about all this is what my wife has been on antidepressants for a year in trying to cope with the hell our neighbours put us through. I allowed things to be said about my wife to do with her mental health that I knew to be wrong  and I need to apologise for that and make it be known.