Yes, I would want to know the truth. This has happened to me and I hated it and most of all, I hated not knowing.
Having experienced it…..women KNOW. We aren’t stupid. What changes? He suddenly gets really crabby around you. He won’t look at you. He won’t let you answer his cell phone like you used to. He shuts all the windows down on his computer when you walk into the room. Stuff like that. So…we KNOW.
The worst part is never the cheating…..it’s the constant LYING. The lying is what kills the relationship….telling the truth hurts like hell, but its like a band-aid being ripped off quickly. You can talk, you can cry…and most of all, you can decide. The problem with men is that they want it both ways——the wife to clean the house, add to the family income and be the galley slave….. and the mistress who never sees him wipe his boogers underneath the kitchen table or have to clean his railroaded boxers. (Sorry for the graphic folks, but it’s true.)
The other way…not knowing for sure… is like having it pulled off slowly…and it catches on every follicle of arm hair.
Just be brave….tell the truth…and stop torturing the aggrieved partner, you know? That’s what I think. Then both parties can move on…..
And the mistress can worry about the boogies under her expensive Chippendale table (that was made in China, but she doesn’t know because she has no taste).