I felt like a failure after my marriage ended. Because everyone had told me not to marry Henry, I became the laughing stock of my community. They asserted that he was a user and only desired my money.
Despite the fact that everything seemed to be going according to plan, I dismissed their claims because I believed they were envious of my happiness. Contrary to what they claimed, my husband was the complete opposite. We built a lovely house and lived like a fairy tale until he left me for an older woman one day.
It came quickly. Since we were extremely content together, I hadn’t anticipated it. The betrayal felt even worse because Henry had no reason to leave our marriage, especially for an older woman.
The most difficult part was figuring out how I would raise my children on my own. I didn’t want them to feel bad about their father because they loved him. I was unsure of what to say to our children and what to do.
As a result, I lied to them for the first few months about his work trip. “Where is dad, mom?” They kept on asking. He has gone on trips.
He will return. I’d let them know. I had hoped that Henry would show up at that time so that I wouldn’t have to explain what was going on to the kids, but he didn’t.
I didn’t even know where he was for months. He didn’t appear to have moved very far. In the company of a well-known sugar mummy, he was observed driving a brand-new Range Rover near my neighborhood.
I continued to deny that it was my husband until I saw him in person because I didn’t want to believe that he could reach that level. Indeed, he was driving around the neighborhood in a Range Rover like a king. He had such a carefree appearance and appeared unconcerned about the people he had left behind.
I tried to hide behind a kiosk so he wouldn’t notice me, but I was tempted to make a fuss. Trying to figure out how to tell my children, I went home with my head down. They weren’t buying the story that their father was traveling for close to a year.
“Where is father?” My youngest son inquired. I fought back tears as I hesitated. “It’s alright, mom.
We will comprehend.” I felt strong enough to tell them after my firstborn said something. “Your father lives with a different woman.”
“So, it is real!” My son yelled. “What’s your point?”
I was informed by one of my classmates that my father was not traveling.
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