The last time I had a moral dilemma.

2/2/09
Ramona Underwood

The last time I had a moral dilemma, was in the fall of 2001. My family and I had decided to go to Gatlinburge Tenn. (the smokies) for a short holiday, and see the autumn leaves. We didn't rent a cabin, we rented a motel room, because we knew we were only going to be there two days. We got there in the late afternoon on a friday, got our room key and was going to our room, when a door opens from a room across the hall and I couldn't believe my eyes. It was the husband of a bestfriend of mine with another woman. I would have looked bad enough with him coming out of the room with her, but he stood there and kissed her. He had not saw us at the time, but when he turned around we were in full view. He grew kind of pale, and excused himself from the woman and came over where we were and boldly asked me not to tell my best friend. He stated he didn't have an excuse for his actions and he didn't want to hurt my friend. I told him I would have to think about this situation, and I could not promise him I would not speak to her about it. My dilemma was that he was also one of my good friends, and I didn't want to cause trouble between them, but I loved my friend like a sister. Oh what was I to do? As you can imagine this episode ruined my short vacation to the smokies.
We stayed the two days, my friends husband left after talking to me. I didn't enjoy anything about the trip, not even the colorful leaves on the trees. When we got back home I struggled with the thought of, should I tell my friend about her unfaithful husband,or should I keep silent? I still could not believe her husband had done such a thing. I still had not told her a month later. I could not bring myself to tall her something that could cause a divorce, and ruin her happiness. I had just about convinced myself that as a close sisterly friend I had to tell her, when a got a phone call from her asking me if she could come over. I told her to come on, I could tell she was stressed by her voice. When she got there she started to cry and began telling me that she had suspected that her husband had been having an affair, and she had a private detective follow him out of town two days ago and he had took pictures of him with a woman. I was shocked and relieved that he had been caught by my friend. I had not wanted to tell her, because I loved both of them like family, but if she had not found out, I knew I would have had to tell her,it would not have been right to have not told her. She would have been decieved by both her husband,and myself. As it turned out I didn't have to tell her, and i didn't have to lie.