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When you do something truly shameworthy and embarrassing, you don’t tell a soul. Unless, of course, you are a woman who has invited a man she barely knows to her home in another city. Then you have to tell at least one responsible adult in case you’re murdered, chopped to bits, and fed to dogs.
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I found a house, which felt like a miracle and was only possible with the help of my parents who are real estate pros and decided what I needed while I was stumbling around in a fog. Good schools, safe neighborhood, low maintenance since I would be alone and very busy, etc. We found a
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My family was acting hysterical. I was staying with my sister who was convinced I would be murdered as soon as I left the house. My parents asked if I was really ready to go out with another man after being married so long, and all I could say was, “I have no idea. Don’t
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Back home after a long week away to find my footing, the kids went back to school and I filled out legal paperwork between packing boxes and house hunting online. Originally, we agreed to a simple divorce with a mediator for as little money as possible. Then I found out she’d been in my home.
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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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What Happened to Eden 