Shayne Topp

All right.

As it turns out, I put two and two together and I was wrong.

I had a burner email and reached out to her.

I had receipts, metaphorically.

She emailed me back.

She's been staying at her mother's house down the street and fat fingered the address.

It was one number off.

The package was for her and her husband who are reconciling.

I had essentially asked an innocent woman if she was sleeping with my husband via a carefully crafted email from a secret account while she was out here just trying to spice things up with her spouse.

She apologized, I told her it wasn't necessary and I apologized.

I invited her for coffee because I clearly have no survival instincts.

My husband was defensive because that's just who he is, which is its own fun problem.

So am I overreacting?

Technically, yes, but also our marriage needs work, so maybe a stranger's typo was the universe's way of handing me a wake-up call wrapped in a very awkward package, literally.

Wow.

Okay, okay, okay, but here's the thing.

There is a lesson that she needs to learn.

Stop blaming yourself for all these things that are happening at you.

Girlie, you know not to be apologizing to this other woman.

Like, I messaged an innocent girl.