Why I Slept With a Stranger When I learned My Husband was Cheating
The angry drove me into the same madness. Always being the good one and being the good wife. Even when his cheating ended. It became fact that I would be leaving him. I made the same mistakes that I couldn’t turn back not even for a second. When I looked at it from a far. He had turned into what I was. Taking care of the kids cooking and cleaning paying attention to me more than he ever did. I found my self making up excuses why I am late. And or telling him I am going to my mother’s or my girlfriend’s house. These were all the same excuse he gave me. It was like tales from the dark side. Here I was standing in the door way of a man I met in my angry and revenge. The things that runs through my mind in this moment of getting undress. Nervousness I feel his hands on my body and his lips on my back.
That for a second I could see my husband at home with the kids and having trouble changing the baby. Even in that moment I could feel penetration. I would arrive at home late without being question. Most of the time he was sleeping on the couch with the baby on his chest. I try so hard to search my mind of what went wrong. The search always comes back to me. In so many ways I didn’t want to take the blame for his cheating but for some reason I pushed him in that direction without knowing. I had been talking to this guy who had come by my job. He use to always see me looking sad or not smiling and would comment. Then I told him how my husband played video games and what else I couldn’t find happiness in. What seem so wrong had become so right for me, maybe this is where I belong.
This man had money and always had a job plus he had a house. He was responsible. He was more like a man than my husband. Who seemed to be in between a boy and a man, Yeah he was good to the kids but what about me? Why? I asked my self so many times. All I knew was this; before I closed the door and told him. I wouldn’t be coming back. He ask why and I told him. I am already sleeping with a stranger at home. He begged me to stay and he loved me. I weighted the whole thing in my mind. We were both wrong but two wrongs don’t make it right. I arrived at home with a big smile on my face. I went in the house there was my husband sitting down playing his games, kids running around the almost cleaned house. I just smiled and told him we needed to talk. I had something to say. When I was going to tell him where I been. He placed his finger on my lips like to say shhhh and hugged me…
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