But I said, “Thank you for saying that.”

We got a lawyer.

Divorce was messy, and I hated that part. I didn’t want to be his enemy.

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I just couldn’t be his wife.

We worked out custody. Money. Schedules.

Our son knows the kid version of the story.

“Dad made a big mistake a long time ago,” I told him. “He lied. Lying breaks trust. Adults mess up, too.”

I still cry sometimes.

I still miss the life I thought I had.

But I’m building something new now. I have a job. A small apartment. A weird, awkward truce with my parents that we’re slowly turning into something real.

I don’t regret loving him. I regret that he didn’t trust me with the truth.