I lie in bed waiting to hear the keys turn in the front door. My husband claims he’s been working ‘late’ again it’s gone 10. He’s meant to be home at 4.
My mind goes into overdrive he heads straight for the bathroom without even acknowledging me his wife of 4 years.
I lie there listening, hoping he’ll walk into the bedroom softly kiss me and ask how my day has been. He doesn’t come to bed again that night, I don’t have the energy to argue.
My hearts broken, my soul destroyed. I know he’s cheating on me, again.
He’s showing all the usual signs doing his hair, keeping his mobile with him 24/7, deleting the history of calls, coming home late.
My husband cheats and thinks I don’t know, but I do and it kills me inside.
I wonder who the poor bitch is this time, in the 4 years we’ve been married he’s had countless affairs and not once have I questioned him.
Some might say I’m stupid been taken for a mug but what they don’t realise is I don’t have the energy to leave or the determination.
I have suffered with depression for most of my life and losing my marriage would at the moment not be great for me.
I’m sure my husband thinks I’m gullible so once I have the strength and support I will eventually leave. I am just thankful we haven’t brought children into this situation.
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