My family friend fucked me over by having an affair with my husband. I see her 4 years later – she’s ringing me out at Barnes & Noble.

Five years ago, my childhood family friend saw a rough spot in my marriage and went after my husband. She even told my sister (her ex-best friend) that our son is a burden she’s glad she wouldn’t have to deal with—pure trash.

While she was still dating him, I texted her, ‘Thank God you’ll never be able to have children due to PCOS and Hashimoto’s—you don’t deserve to be a mother if that’s how you can speak about my son.’ Not my most proud moment but I did say it with my chest.

My husband and I split for four years thereafter; her sad little fling with him died in two months but the hatred towards them still simmered in me. I struggled to let it go.

Last month, my sister, her current best-friend and I saw her at Barnes & Noble, ringing up books, looking beat down by life, completely deflated. She was laid off from a decent paying tech job a few years ago.

To save face she fed us some BS about moving back in with her Mom, “saving for a house” with her part time minimum wage job. It doesn’t make sense, I know folks.

We are Asian and part of the same tight knit community – saving face is extremely important to us. Everyone knows what she did to me. Everyone knows she got laid off and it would be a huge blow to her ego if our community found out she ended up a cashier – MY CASHIER at a Barnes & Noble no less.

I’m not one to gossip so I’m keeping this to myself – well, at least in my real life. I just needed to get it off my chest.

I’m not saying she deserved it but God’s timing is always right.