My best mate’s husband left her for my sister, essentially swapping his child for his very good friend.
it’s been like a bomb has gone off, my friend is incredibly upset still, their son appears to have got on with it remarkably well in front of his Dad but complains of being sad each night he’s at home, and goes between wanting to see his Dad and not see him. My relationship with my sister is in tatters and they both really don’t understand why, and are preferring to demonise my friend for what she’s saying to me about them, not their actions.
As far as the pair of them are concerned, it was a dead marriage, my friend wasn’t a good enough wife, and my sister has essentially saved him from a dreadful time. There is no thought at all for the wreckage left behind, and there’s plenty.
I don’t know if it’s a brain chemistry thing, but any empathy my sister had has gone, she can’t accept any blame, see that any consequences for her are fair. It’s hard being her sister now, I don’t recognise her. She feels very much the victim of it all, with me probably painted just as black for not supporting her as my friend is demonised for being the person that in their opinion caused this bad marriage. They won’t accept blame, but think anyone who ‘disapproves of their lives’ are just arseholes.
The position I’ve been put into is horrendous, and I’ve done my best to try to make things better where I can for my friend but she’s been shattered by the whole thing. I feel I’ve had to take the consequences where my sister has just walked away feeling totally justified and fine. There’s great resentment as you can imagine.
So OP, you may think all is well, but there will be hurt and upset in your wake, children aren’t honest with the person that leaves because they’re now insecure with them. They aren’t truthful, they don’t want to risk the contact they have. So where it might appear all good on the surface it isn’t actually.
My friends son complains that his Dad sees my nephew far more than him, it’s going to have an effect that one day the person who’s always been there ups and leaves, then six months later is his good friends Dad. That’s fucked up and when there’s some maturity each child there will be looking back and thinking WTF?
I keep wondering how someone thinks another person is somehow more compelling to live with than their own children. I could never ever leave mine and see them for such a limited time each week. That’s the part I will never get.