Cheating on My Ex Saved My Life
Seeing a glimpse of love outside my abusive marriage gave me the courage to leave
I’m a proponent of open and honest communication and I don’t promote cheating. Besides, I’m a terrible liar with a conscience that would eat me alive if I did something bad and didn’t come clean about it immediately.
The fact that many have ongoing affairs, and come home to their partners pretending like everything’s fine, is beyond me. I wouldn’t be able to look them in the eyes—the thought alone makes me cringe.
But, then again, there are all kinds of circumstances and reasons why people cheat, so who am I to judge? After all, I did it myself, and I don’t regret it. In fact, if I could take back time, I’d probably do it all over again.
Almost three years ago, I cheated on my husband, and partner of eleven years; the father of our, then toddler — with a woman. A few months later, my entire life got flipped on its head and I moved out on my own, for the first time in over a decade.
The night it began
I was out for drinks with a couple of friends, when I noticed her sitting at the bar by herself. I’d met her once before and knew we shared common friends, so I invited her to join our table.
