A perfect life; at least that’s what I thought. I was a stay-at-home-mom with a beautiful 3-year-old boy and a husband that I’ve been married to for 13 years who always tells everyone how my son and I complete his life. I was so happy then. But all that was before the great storm. I always wondered how women didn’t know that their husband’s were cheating on them but now I understand. You love your husband. You have complete faith and trust in them. Love truly is blind.

My husband told me that things weren’t going well out work and he seemed stressed and somewhat depressed so I gave him space. He started getting calls from his “boss” on his cell phone and would leave the house to take the call. He kept having more and more after work “business meetings”. He looked uncomfortable if I went to see him at work. He would go to work extremely early in the morning or to go work out. At night when he came home he was disconnected. On the weekends he just wanted to sleep.

One morning in October our son had a swimming lessons and my husband didn’t want to get out of bed. I honestly couldn’t believe that he could get up extremely early every morning to go to “work” and when it came to his family he was unwilling to get out of bed. I was frustrated and suggested strongly that he get out of bed and spend time with his family. He did get out of bed and mopped around. I asked him what was wrong not expecting the slap in the face that was to come. He told me that his “feelings” for me have been changing for awhile and that he would always have a love for me as a mother to his son but he resented me and that the resentment was so deep that he no longer wanted to be around me and that he was going to get an apartment. Apparently he wasn’t happy with our sex life since our son was born and he resented me for it. I was completely shocked at everything he was telling me. Wasn’t it just yesterday that my son and me where his world?   What was going on? I told him that this wasn’t a big deal and we could work through this and I reached out my hand to touch his knee and he jerked back like I had some sort of plague. Soon after that he packed his bags and was gone in every since of the word.