infidelity
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We had to start telling people. I told my husband I didn’t want him to tell our kids we’d just fallen out of love, because I didn’t want them to think we could just fall out of love with them at some point, too. He did not consult me when deciding what to say, however,
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It turns out you can ask your husband to leave his own house. I didn’t initially insist he leave because I was a stay at home and his name was on the mortgage – what right did I have to tell him to leave his house? When it was clear he would continue his affair,
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As any woman who is staring into the gaping maw of the future is wont to do – I looked for a distraction. As a married person I never looked at other men. Seriously. When my sister wanted to go to Las Vegas to Thunder From Down Under I felt like I was cheating on
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I confronted my husband with the photos I’d found immediately. He was working from home, so once I realized what I was looking at, I walked upstairs and asked him what the hell was going on. “It’s another woman. I want a divorce.” I’m sorry. What? Like it was an explanation, or an excuse. I
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When you get engaged at nineteen, people have a lot of concerns. I probably should have had more concerns myself, to be honest. My teen years were pretty wild, so I didn’t feel like I had a lot of wild oats to sow when I was in college. As long as I can remember, friends
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In an effort not to be an hysterical nag, I let major red flags go. All of these things and more came rushing back to me when I finally found out he was in fact having an affair. All the little (and huge) things that had happened over the past two years that gave me
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People are supposed to change. You shouldn’t be the same person at forty that you were at eighteen. Your values generally remain constant, though. We started dating in college. Both of us had ugly breakups, and we got together to nurse each other’s wounds. I needed him to love me so I could love myself.
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I lie in bed, flushed and content, stretching my legs in a tangle of sweaty sheets. He strokes my thigh and tries to calm his breathing. This is what it’s supposed to be. It’s supposed to be fun. This is what I’ve missed all these years. Eighteen years, to be exact. Things get stale after
What Happened to Eden 