My ex husband is dating
One night, as my husband and I were sitting down to watch a movie, I blurted out that I had been cheating. I never wanted to cause as much hurt as I did that night — he hadn't done anything to deserve that, but I didn't know how else to handle the situation.
It was selfish, and, for that, I live with the guilt of it.
But I wake up now every morning happy — despite my home wrecker label.
The kids are adjusting, and opening up to me about their feelings. If I could do it all over again I would try to do it differently, but I would still do it.
Having loaded the final truck alone, I agreed with Emily.
Instead of facing my unhappiness and voicing my concerns I put on a happy face, sent loving text messages every day, and slept around in secret.
It didn't make me feel good, the guilt was killing me.
My children suffered through three moves in six months — switching school, varying schedules, and parents with ever changing temperaments.
I can't watch a movie with a mom and kids in it and not cry anymore, no matter if it is a happy or sad movie.