How do you deal with those that knew?

I recently went to my foster sisters sons play.

So, my nephews play.

When I walked in to get into line, Meghan was standing there handing out a playbill to those coming in.

Meghan. Her daughter also in play. She threw her arms around me in a huge girly goopy hug. I one arm hugged her back.

Yeah, she only got one arm.

Later, as I sat next to my sister, she mentioned she knew I knew Megan. Megan’s husband is a lifelong friend of ours. He was in our wedding.

I’ve known him as long as I have known my husband, so about 34 years.

So my sister says to me “I love Meghan so much.” I felt my face physically change and the smile I tried to conjure up physically hurt and I must have looked like I was having stomach pains or something.

Meghan and her husband, Sean, knew of the affair the whole time. He moved out twice during the affair, once at Christmas, the second time at Easter and he moved into Sean and Meghan’s in-law apartment.

When he moved in with them, I did not know about the affair at that time.

But they knew.

Three years later, my husband is in a wedding and Sean and Meghan are also there.

I talked with Meghan a bit that night and straight up asked if Toni the Side-Ho was visiting at their house while the husband was staying there.

She said no. She also said that they were just very happy to provide him a “place to to work things out and be safe.”

What? I didn’t think about her words till later, but ‘safe’? What the fuck was he telling them to justify sticking his dick in places it didn’t belong?

So, all that being said, I have zero trust in them. Especially her.

Am I wrong?

I can’t stand Sean anymore either, but I can somewhat wrap my head around the ‘Bro Code’ BS, and I can somewhat understand it from that point of view.

But Meghan? The wife? No.

So no matter how good of a mom she is, how good of a theater mom she is, or how good of a friend she is to my sisters, it’s a no from me.

At this point, both of my foster sisters have mentioned Meghan to me and both times my face tells more than what my words say.

They have questioned me, and I may unload on them, I may not.

I don’t care where I am in my marriage, where I’m living, who I’m with, I’ll always just simply hate the people I called friends while they stood by and watched my husband cheat on me and destroy his family.

How can they even look at me now?