
We’d been together for most of our twenties, been married merely 10 months, had an eight-month-old son and had recently found out we were expecting a second baby.
He owns his own business, so he’s always had various job locations and never set hours, although he was working more and later than usual. I guess I should have seen the signs, but it was the last thing I expected.
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The night I told him I was pregnant with baby number two, he’d just returned from his work Christmas show after being at “her” house. I accidentally caught him out on Find My iPhone. He came up with some extravagant story as to how his phone ended up on the other side of town, but knowing what I know now, he was with her.
His reaction about the pregnancy was apathetic, and I found it odd that he showed little to no interest. I pushed it aside because I thought he needed time to process. Then a couple weeks later I got the excuse of “I’m not happy”, “I don’t think I love you anymore”, “This baby isn’t going to help our marriage” and “I need a break”.
I agreed to the break, in the hopes it would save our marriage. Instead of genuinely trying to work on our relationship, he continued his affair with the woman who not only knew about me and our marriage, but the fact that we had a young son and were expecting another child. All the while, I was none the wiser.