He Left Our Kids and Me for His Mistress. Three Years Later, I Finally Found My Closure

up to why cereal floated. My days were carpools, school drop offs, homework at the kitchen counter, dinners eaten together more often than not.

Life felt busy, sometimes exhausting, but safe. I thought we were happy.

Stan and I had met at work years earlier. We were young, ambitious, building careers and dreaming about the future. When he proposed, it  felt natural. We married, bought a house, planned responsibly, talked about savings accounts, insurance coverage, long term goals. We were not reckless people. We believed in stability, in financial planning, in building something that would last.

Even when things got harder, I never doubted us.

When Stan started working late, I told myself it was temporary.continue reading …