Cover Me

I finally threw out a wedding gift I should have pitched long ago.  It was a blanket.  Embroidered with our names and wedding date, it was a thoughtful, sweet gift...from my ex's paramour.  He slept with her throughout our 'courtship'.  I thought the affair ended months before our engagement.  It ended two days before our wedding, which she attended.  I am embarrassed by all of the above facts.  Angry with him, angry with me for allowing myself to be disrespected in this way.  In the wise words of Forrest Gump, "That's all I have to say about that."