Crossing the Streams

You've been having your fun
Fun with her
While I feel utter despair
But at least, it's been private

Private lives
Have stayed private
Separate
She is a toy
To be played with
Respected yes
But played with by you
At a hotel
A suitable place for your play

Our lives
Are ours
No disruption
No intrusion
To our, or their
Privacy

Sure, she has a family
A husband
As we have a family
Our home
Is our sanctuary
A (kinda) safe place for us
Our family
The serenity not encroached upon
With anything other than your absence
And words

But now,
You and she have crossed the streams
You went to her house
I objected
It didn't matter
You said I was illogical
Her family was gone
Her husband knew you were there
To play
With his wife

Your rationale;
Three adults didn't care
It was just a house
Even mind that it is THEIR house
The house that THEIR family
Is safe and happy (I guess) in.

The delicate balance of our universe has been disrupted
Again
It was already on the edge
You don't care that I care
That you fucked her in THEIR house
That you know her better
After being at THEIR house

You don't need to know her better
She must remain a toy
Her private life must remain hers
If you want to maintain the outwardly appearing fragile calm of our universe

This is bad.
Imagine all life as you know stopping instantaneously
And every molecule in your body
Exploding at the speed of light
Total plutonic reversal
That's bad.

This is bad.