What would you do if one day, after years of being lied to, full-on gaslit, you’re confronted with the truth that you always knew to be true?
I was done. Over. It had been enough. One too many excuses of why he had to leave again (always promising to come back in a few weeks) and not live life here with me (work travel… sick grandmother… lost passport … stuck on a work trip with Covid… so many lies lies lies).
I finally did it. I told him not to come back, that I was done. And then it happened.
It wasn’t long after he was gone that out of the blue, his stepmother liked one of my Instagram pics. That had never happened before; I didn’t even know she had an account. So I popped over to her profile to follow her, and there it was. The proof that I wasn’t crazy. The truth. Another bombshell courtesy of social media and my sociopathic ex — a photo of him, the woman from the Facebook profile pic four years before, and a smiling baby being held up between them.
I knew it. I always had. He had a whole other life and a baby. A baby. (You know who doesn’t have a baby? Yeah, me) What’s worse? I had ignored my intuition the entire time. I should have listened to myself. Trusted me. But, I let the lies take over. I let them control my life. For years.
Somehow, in my marriage, I had become “the other woman.”
So, what would you do?