I Met My Husband’s Girlfriend
August 13th, 2020. One year ago today, after many arguments about inappropriate relationships with females and being cheated on a few times by him in the past, my husband convinced me to go out for drinks with him and a woman he had been talking to for about 6 months who he avowed was “just a friend”.
They had known each other since middle school. He had really liked her, in fact, he had brought her up on occasion in the distant past. He dated someone else in high school, had a son with, and married me. She married her high school sweetheart (we come from a small town). She and her husband had recently divorced and my husband and I were also actively working through our own struggles.
I know that you, an intelligent being capable of reading, can already see where this was headed. I could too, but the gaslighting was so severe that I couldn’t discern the actual reality from the reality he was wanting me to see.
I now sit here one year later, in the middle of a nasty divorce, raising my* 15-year-old son alone in a state 808 miles away from home and family, angry as all hell, trying to heal from the massive fallout and violently traumatic end to our 16-year relationship.
The journey has been like riding a whiplash rollercoaster. At times I wasn’t sure I’d make it to the next day because my heart was in so much pain or because flashbacks would not stop racing through my mind. Other times, I’ve felt like I’ve been on top of the world, grateful that our horribly unhealthy relationship finally ended.
I am going to tell this story from my point of view as an additional way to process the thoughts and feelings I am experiencing now and have experienced throughout my life. These are raw thoughts and feelings. I’m not doing much work here to refine them into beautiful works of art. I’m not perfect. I’m just a human on the path of healing and evolving into my highest self.
*biologically he is our son.
