He Cheated On Me

My husband and I have filed for divorce after he admitted to having a sexual relationship with our neighbor's daughter. They would get together regularly when I went out of town to visit my mother. I wanted to involve other parties along with the authorities but we both agreed that the strain on our son both socially and emotionally would be too big of a burden, not to mention the end of his successful practice. As I try to pick up the pieces of what went wrong I look in the mirror and see a huge disgusting fat pig that in no way resembles the woman he agreed to marry and provide for. Then I think of the little bitch he was screwing and it dawns on me that she is everything I'm not. She's ripe as a peach and I'm a big whale with cellulite all over my legs. Pale, and flat as a board. I don't even want to go to the beach so people have to see me in a onesie for fatsos. I think about them together. It turns me on thinking about the things they did in bed. I can just imagine how many times he popped her on the bare ass or talked her into kinky positions. I've never liked her and I know she hated me. She used to strut around in her bikini confidently as my husband cut the grass. I knew her dumb little games but felt too embarrassed to say anything. I didn't think he'd succumb to the charms of a little bitch her age. A few years back on a cruise I caught him flirting with a similar aged girl. That should've been a clue right there.

TLDR: My soon to be ex husband cheated on me with the girl next door and I fantasize about all the stuff they did together.