When my son was young his first girlfriend (Capl he Karen – not her real name) treated him like absolute garbage, and when the finally broke up she talked behind his back saying all sorts of pretty nasty things. Made his next few years in school pretty hard, not to mention my son was an absolute emotional wreck for weeks.
A week after the breakup I happened to meet “Karen’s” mother Nancy (not her real name) at the grocery store. We knew each other but hadn’t really spoken. We chatted for a while – She said she heard about the breakup but supported her daughter and her daughters actions.; she had in fact encouraged her daughters behaviour as my son had cheated on her (that never happened so I’m guessing she heard a different version of events than I did). I was a bit taken aback but we parted on good terms.
Over the next few weeks I befriended “Nancy”: met for coffee, go for walks, then late night texts, and then one evening a kiss in her car. Over the next few months we enjoyed more of each others time … and bodies. Meeting in quiet places, sometimes in her car, at my place, at her place while her boyfriend was working, and once in the middle of a rather public field. We had a lot of fun, and as with that much physical contact she quickly developed strong feelings for me.
Once I was she she truly cared for me I called her boyfriend while he was at work and told him his girlfriend was cheating on him. I got partially through describing the ceiling fan in their bedroom before he hung up.
Not proud, but also don’t feel bad at all … you support hurting my son, I’ll make sure you know how it feels.