A couple of weeks passed when my best friend said she needed to talk to me…
But I had stopped acting as a wife to my husband, “Tim”. I loved staying at home and enjoyed down time. Tim was social and wanted to go out every weekend and wanted someone who liked the same things. He became restless with the current life we shared.
But how our marriage unraveled and the events that occurred were nothing short of disrespectful and b*llshit.
It was a cold winter weekend. I just wanted to stay home, watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch. Tim was ready to hit the town with our friends. Our conversation shifted to arguing, escalating to yelling with Tim going out alone. Wheww!!! Well, it was nice and quiet and yes I watched a movie, ate ice cream and contently fell asleep on the couch.
The next morning I woke up to Tim crying in our family room.
Tim could cry huge crocodile tears at the drop of a hat so I wasn’t surprised. I came to find out Tim never came home that night, but that wasn’t unusual. He said he had something to tell me and he hoped I would forgive him, then he proceeded to tell me he had sex with my best friend. The only reason he was telling me was our boys were sleeping over at her house and they think the boys heard. Tim wanted to tell me before I walked out the door to pick them up.
Go figure!!! I listened and didn't say one word.
Tim had many indiscretions in our marriage, and I had made rules for myself when Tim would tell me or I would find out he was running around. My golden rule was to let situations go, but if it came in my home I would be done. I already didn't trust my husband, enjoy having sex with him, enjoy him - period. And now his infidelity, around the kids, was directly in my home. I didn't have to ask the big WHY question? My best friend was attractive, had a great job, social and I knew they were friends and liked one another.
That evening I moved to the couch. I didn't know what to think and I wasn't ready to leave or get divorced.
I didn't speak to Tim or my best friend. There really wasn't anything to say. Was I mad? The sad answer is not really. The first time he cheated, hell yes!!!! But over the years I had emotionally removed myself from my husband. I was more worried about my life I had built around my kids, at the time what I considered a perfect life.
A couple of weeks passed when my best friend said she needed to talk to me. Our boys were friends, went to school together and it was a little hard to ignore her at this point. She told me the same story but thank goodness left out the sexual details. (Tim had told me to see if I would flinch or just show a little emotion.)