I can still remember the day my husband proposed to me in front of our friends and family, in a beautiful lighthouse overlooking the glorious orange stained horizon that is also adorned by the breath taking sunset. The moment was so perfect, it’s like the one in the movies where words become so pure and so sincere, your every move seems to be in slow motion savoring every touch, every twinkle in the eyes, every tear shed, and every emotions welling. That very moment, I knew I found true love.
The first two years were endless bliss, the thought of him and me enjoying each other’s company. Taking care of each other, nothing more but fulfilling what we vowed in front of the church altar the day we got married. We loved each other so much that we can’t survive a day without sending each other sweet nothings, text messages, voice messages, video messages, thanks to our trustee smartphone. Oh it was all phantasmagorical, building dreams together, picturing what will forever look like, naming future kids, and all the mushy stuff couples do.
Unfortunately, it didn’t last. Some words weren’t said anymore, emotions ceased to flood; the fire of our relationship seemed to burn out. Yes, I’m aware that couples experience having misunderstandings once in a while. Considering that even together, you still live separate lives. Conflicts began rushing in, slowly and cleverly creating creases in our carefully built relationship, causing each other to be ruined. I did not mind it at first, I was denying it, refusing to think that my marriage is crumbling to pieces. We became as cold as ice, dry as the desert, and we barely talked. We stopped hanging out, we stopped talking about our future and the worst part of all, we stopped being friends.
I can swallow all that, if it’s the only way to stay in the relationship, but something came about that I never even thought possible. One peaceful night I decided to browse in my husband’s papers, and stumbled upon a receipt from an online mobile store stating that he purchased an expensive latest gadget, and another receipt showed that he purchased fancy jewellery. I can’t remember him using a new gadget or better yet giving anyone new jewellery. So even if it’s against my principles, I followed him and I found out that my husband is having an affair with another woman. Anger, frustration, self pity, rushed in my veins the moment I confirmed that it’s true. I tried to confront them once and for all at that very moment, but I realized that I wasn’t ready. So I left.
Upon coming home, I packed all my things, determined to leave that forsaken house in an instant. I left him a short message saying that I knew already, and if this isn’t working out, then there is no point to continue.
At the time of writing, I’m still on that stage of trying to figure out what I have done wrong and making myself realize that it’s not entirely my fault. For those who could read this and had the same experience as mine, I want you to know that you are not alone. In the end, I believe that we will stand victorious and be the complete and strong woman that we have ever hoped for.
The first two years were endless bliss, the thought of him and me enjoying each other’s company. Taking care of each other, nothing more but fulfilling what we vowed in front of the church altar the day we got married. We loved each other so much that we can’t survive a day without sending each other sweet nothings, text messages, voice messages, video messages, thanks to our trustee smartphone. Oh it was all phantasmagorical, building dreams together, picturing what will forever look like, naming future kids, and all the mushy stuff couples do.
Unfortunately, it didn’t last. Some words weren’t said anymore, emotions ceased to flood; the fire of our relationship seemed to burn out. Yes, I’m aware that couples experience having misunderstandings once in a while. Considering that even together, you still live separate lives. Conflicts began rushing in, slowly and cleverly creating creases in our carefully built relationship, causing each other to be ruined. I did not mind it at first, I was denying it, refusing to think that my marriage is crumbling to pieces. We became as cold as ice, dry as the desert, and we barely talked. We stopped hanging out, we stopped talking about our future and the worst part of all, we stopped being friends.
I can swallow all that, if it’s the only way to stay in the relationship, but something came about that I never even thought possible. One peaceful night I decided to browse in my husband’s papers, and stumbled upon a receipt from an online mobile store stating that he purchased an expensive latest gadget, and another receipt showed that he purchased fancy jewellery. I can’t remember him using a new gadget or better yet giving anyone new jewellery. So even if it’s against my principles, I followed him and I found out that my husband is having an affair with another woman. Anger, frustration, self pity, rushed in my veins the moment I confirmed that it’s true. I tried to confront them once and for all at that very moment, but I realized that I wasn’t ready. So I left.
Upon coming home, I packed all my things, determined to leave that forsaken house in an instant. I left him a short message saying that I knew already, and if this isn’t working out, then there is no point to continue.
At the time of writing, I’m still on that stage of trying to figure out what I have done wrong and making myself realize that it’s not entirely my fault. For those who could read this and had the same experience as mine, I want you to know that you are not alone. In the end, I believe that we will stand victorious and be the complete and strong woman that we have ever hoped for.
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