Here I am, coming up to 10 years since I devastatingly discovered my husband of 20 years cheating on me.
Despite swearing to me and our therapist there was only the one woman, I later discovered multiple profiles on dating sites and email conversations with different women.
Conversations where he promised to spend nights with them, although not very often.
Conversations where whoring sluts told him they hoped nobody would get hurt.
Dating profiles with the header: Missing out after kids’ arrival.
This from the man who wooed me relentlessly.
Who told me he loved me every day.
Turns out he was fucking around with sad little married whores for the entirety of my third pregnancy, and for about 6 months afterwards.
It’s now more than nine years later.
The anger is still there.
I have no hope.