Ultimately, rightfully, this thread comes down to a question of morality. When I was younger there was so much of life that was black or white. I did not have time or patience for gray. You either were or weren't. I thought in terms of absolutes. If you're lucky, life will let you make it to old age and the last moment with all of your mores in tact and you can be laid to rest in peace.
That's what I thought when I was young.
Life doesn't give a shit about what my definition of right or wrong is, or was. I would be willing to bet that there may be only one or two people on this site who haven't had their asses handed to them by life. I'm not the first one to have this happen to, and I'm not going to be the last.
Age, experience, just living, has taught me that absolutes don't exist in the abundance I thought they once did. Truth is, they probably never did. It gets to a point where life takes away more than it gives you. That's called getting old. It's life. Life will go on whether I'm on this side of the grass sucking air or not. Life doesn't give a fuck whether you choose to live it or not. It's going to go on, regardless.
There are defining moments in all of our lives. I've had a few. Being a long way from home visiting the world of shit while life went on back home without me. Then the return. The birth of my child where I was blown away, and still am, by the wonder of it all. A dark night where little sparkles of light hurt like 10,000 mother fuckers and then nice soft darkness. That time in the doctor's office where a diagnosis of fucking diabetes made it official. I think it had been there for a long time, it's just that the diagnosis, hearing it out loud, made it official and something I had to deal with or try to deal with, no matter how it sucks.
That damn diabetes is one of the reasons I'm on this thread talking about cheating on wife. So I am here and I have to tell you that if my wife has cheated on me, I don't have any room for righteous indignation no matter who "started it" or "did it" first. Right now, I haven't confronted my wife about it. It isn't official. In the meantime I get perspective. My life and experience may be "mellowing me" or just plain tiring me out. Some people reading this may say that my not confronting her is cowardly or whatever. Fuck you. I don't have time to walk you through six plus decades of my life.
If you are cheating on your wife, then it's not my monkey and not my circus. However, a lot of these posts in this thread are a damn good read. Maybe in a few years, someone may find that their moral high ground was just a mole hill.
https://youtu.be/rGEIMCWob3U
Some of you old farts, of which I am one, may remember that song. I think it applies.