A Broken Marriage
Infidelity
I remember just like it was yesterday, The phone call that revealed everything. Lights flashed before me, the signs and warnings that I ignored. The late nights into the early mornings of him, supposedly being out with boys, turned out to be not true at all. My gut warned me, his lack of interest of being intimate, the avoidance of us being alone together. It all made sense now. I was in denial. This was only part of it.
My heart raced a mile a minute. The truth was out, the woman he’d been seeing for months and months revealed herself. I had questions, I wanted answers. I searched and searched, and revealed that not only was he cheating with another woman. The other woman was married as well. The relationship between them had been ongoing since a few months after we had gotten married. A marriage to a man, whom I bared a beautiful child with, too whom I have known and loved for over 18 years. He was my first everything. How do you get pass that, How do you get over that. Not even a apology, explanation or sympathy for the pain I endured from that day forward.
I remember the tears, the sleepless nights. I neglected myself, my health, my children. Feeling awfully hurt and it showed from inside out, no clue as to how to go on without him. Wanting to give up on life! All over a man. A man with no regret or disregard of how I felt, how his children felt. A sad situation. Nothing I would wish on my worse enemy. Why me?
