We were driving to a wedding. I would have liked to have avoided it completely, but the friends were too close to us to miss it.
On the way there, I fell asleep in the car and dreamed. As you might imagine, I wasn’t sleeping well at night.
The dream was a conversation between my husband and the other woman. When I confronted him, I found out it had really happened. They had talked during the two weeks he’d promised they wouldn’t. She had called him at work. Many times.
I can’t explain the anger I felt.
Betrayed.
Again.
We got through the ceremony and I hated every word. I wanted to throw my wedding ring across the congregation and scream to our friends not to do it. We ditched the reception.
I realized Mark didn’t deserve me. I knew who I was, and I knew I was better than this. I told him there was no way he could love me and her. That he was an idiot and that I definitely wanted someone better than him. I told him to take me home. That I was done.
He begged me to stay and fight for us. I told him I couldn’t unless I was the only one. I agreed to stay, but in my heart I wasn’t sure. I wouldn’t be sure for a long, long time.
