Let me start from the beginning. I found out my husband was cheating in March of this year. At the time, I had just given up my Naval Career of 11 years (VERY GOOD ONE) for my husband. He wanted me to be a wife at home and to be honest I wanted it too. I wanted to run my business fully and have a family.
Let’s just start by saying that this chick dated my ex’s best friend a few years prior! Wow!
Last year, around this time, my ex and I were having a lot of issues. We were together 8 years. We had talked about splitting, but it never happened. Then, I noticed him disappearing quite often, not answering his phone or responding to my texts. He always had a great excuse for being absent. I could tell by the way
You know? I don’t even know why I’m writing this… I mean in reality who is going to care about my husband cheating on me and the women he left me for anyway? Who cares what they look like? Or who’s prettier? That’s not what it’s about. It’s about the fact I’ve been cheated. My family has been cheated. We had a life and it has fallen apart all because two people couldn’t think about the consequences of their actions. Then again…
I had the perfect marriage. I never doubted my husband’s loyalty to me. Until he started catching up with his friend Anne. He’s known her since high school. It started as a few texts here and there to late night phone calls. He stopped spending time with his family so that’s when I really tried to put my foot down