I have heard the sound of loathing, and I can't turn back. It snakes through my mind, pushing happiness aside. I know how it sounds to be hated. It has been a challenge to document the next part of my infidelity story. Even thinking about this part of my experience tightens my chest and sends... Continue Reading →
I have my husband's support. It means the world to me to have his encouragement to share our journey from infidelity to repair and healing.
One day he was spending time with her on a daily basis -- and then he wasn't. I often wonder about how lonely he must have been when he stepped away from the third wheel. I have a hard time understanding how he went from spending time with her every day, to never spending time... Continue Reading →