03.20-21.13, my husband went to the bar, as he normally did. Only this time he wasn’t home at 2am when I woke up. He has a history of heart disease, and like most wives who love their men, I immediately imagined him lying on the street dying somewhere.
It was March in Philadelphia, so it was cold. I jumped out of bed, threw on clothes and a coat and started walking his usual route to the bar about 1.5 miles away. My heart was racing, not knowing what I was going to find. I just knew that every police and ambulance siren was an omen of what I was going to find.
About halfway through my journey I come across my husband happily texting and laughing with someone at 2:30 in the morning. At first I was relieved….then I asked who he was talking to. “No one,” was his reply.
I eventually found out it was a girl. He refused to tell me her name, actually laughed in my face when I asked. He swears “nothing” happened with her and I suppose I chose to believe that lie.
Truth is I was a stay at home mother for 20 years and I could not pay the bills on my own. He would quit his job and go to jail before paying me support.
From this night on my life has been a never-ending quest to prove that I am not making shit up. He is a liar and a cheater. And he has only been using me as a maid, cook, nanny, and whore for the past 30 years.
Well, I finally did it! I am not convinced it was a good idea, but I certainly cannot live in denial any longer.
I’ll let you know just how it all unfolded….
Penny4yourthoughts 