I slept with my ex's mother on her wedding day. I'm not sorry.

I'm not here to bash anyone or make you feel bad for backing your friend etc etc. I stand firmly behind what I did and the reason I am only typing this now, after all these years, is to show how one action can snowball so quickly and dramatically beyond anyone's control. I'm not doing this for sympathy or validation, I'm doing this because I think that the world needs to hear this and then move on with their lives.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>This is a story I have never told a single person, not even close friends of mine, not even the people involved. <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>I was one of those kids that did everything right. I had a small group of friends, did well in school, and got into a good Uni. After my first year of Uni I got a job at a fast food place and met the love of my life at the time, Emily. We were together for two years and I loved her. I planned on marrying her, and I did everything in my power to make sure that one day that would happen. <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>But then she cheated on me, and I was in the deepest depression of my life. She got fired from her job at the restaurant for sleeping with her boss, and I was heartbroken. My friends rallied around me, and her friends rallied around her, as they should. I moved on, sort of. Everytime I saw her, with her new boyfriend, who was one of our old managers, it hurt.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>Then I got the call that they were getting married. I didn't care. I was still hurt, but I had moved on. It didn't matter to me. She was the one who ruined our happily ever after. I got another call from her sister asking me if I could come, because she knew I was a nice guy and she didn't think it was fair I was excluded. I was shocked, but flattered, and I said yes. She said it would be our secret because obviously Emily didn't want me there. <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>I went, and I had a good time. I saw some familiar faces and chatted with old friends and when the ceremony was over and the reception started I was surprised to find that I was having a great time. <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>As the night started to die down I noticed a woman standing alone at the bar. It was Emily's mother, and I recognised her because she used to come to the restaurant and sit in the dining room, like she owned the place, and complain about everything. I ignored her for the most part, but tonight I felt bad. No parents want their daughter to marry the wrong guy, and tonight must have been hard for her. I went over to talk to her, and she was very, very drunk. I assumed she was trying to dull the pain, so I joined her and we talked and laughed. <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>We talked about her daughter, and I given her the opportunity to vent about the whole thing. I could tell she hated Emily's new husband, and she didn't like the fact they were married so young. She told me that she wanted Emily to have what we had, a fairy tale romance that would last her whole life. She said that she was sad to see me go, and that she thought I was her only hope for her daughter to have a real chance at happiness. <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>Then she kissed me. I was shocked, but I kissed her back. I don't know why. I wasn't horny, I wasn't trying to get back at Emily, I just did it. And then we were necking and touching each other in the parking lot at her daughter's wedding. <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>I don't know how we ended up in her hotel room, but we did and we had sex. We had sex so many times that night. She was a 40 year old woman and she went to town on me. When we were both spent, and she was laying on my chest crying, I knew I had done the right thing. <br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>The fallout from it was immense. And after all these years, I stand by what I did. I will never tell anyone what happened that night, and this will be the closest I ever come. It felt so good to help someone else heal their scars, to help someone else feel better. No matter how inappropriate or wrong it was, it was 100% worth it.