It was over in a blink of the eye
I wasn’t given the chance to sit my husband down and explain why I was leaving. I didn’t have the opportunity to provide clarity, which is what he deserved.
Instead it was a sloppy mess and one of the worst days of my life. He found five weeks’ worth of lurid text messages and pages upon pages of emails about my affair, detailing all the lies I had told. He had to see how many times I said “I love you” and read about the future my lover and I were planning together. I blindsided him and all I could do in that moment was backpedal to try and make the situation easier to digest. Instead, I dug myself deeper into a hole as I attempted to cover my tracks.
What surprised me about that night and the following days was that he fought for me. He fought hard, but I had already made up my mind, and never really gave him a chance to try. After six amazing years together – full of memories, love and respect – it was over in the blink of an eye.
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