My Bond with My Ex-Boyfriend’s Mistress Will Always Mean More to Me Than Any Man Ever Could

My husband has a mistress. Their relationship doesn’t trouble me in the slightest. In fact, I even met her in person. I wasnt angry with her at all, and it honestly seemed pointless for us to be at odds because of my husband.

We sat down for a proper chat, just the two of us. It turned out she was a rather lovely woman. By the end of our conversation, youd think wed known each other for yearswe even exchanged gifts, laughing at how odd it all must look from the outside.

Later on, my husband and his mistress decided to have a wedding of sortsnot a real one, obviously. It didnt bother me, so we got ready for it together, side by side. I helped her pick out a beautiful wedding dress, and she gave me advice on which evening gown would suit me best. We agreed to hold the ceremony at ours. I became the official witness. It all felt strikingly genuine, as if the only thing missing was the registry office.

On the day of their wedding, we were up at the crack of dawn, buzzing around with last-minute preparations. I helped her slip into her gown. As we walked down to the lounge, we made a promise to look out for each other always, like old friends. Then she and my husband exchanged vows and slipped rings on each others fingers. The newlyweds sealed it all with a passionate kiss.

Their first wedding night was spent in our home. After my husband fell asleep, his mistress padded quietly down to the kitchen, where we sat sipping tea and talking deep into the night. The conversation was so easy, almost as if wed been friends for ages. We found we had much more in common than I would have thought.

I dont feel humiliated by any of this. In fact, Id say Im quite content. I have someone to natter with, to go shopping with, to visit the park, or pop down the local swimming baths. Truth be told, my friendship with her has come to mean more to me than any connection to a man ever could.

What do you think of a friendship like this?