I’ve been married for 14 years and I’ve suspected my husband of cheating many times. On several occasions, I’ve found phone numbers and his shirts smelling of women’s perfumes, but when I would confront him, he’d always convince me that I was being paranoid and I always ended believing him.
Well, this time, this bitch took the cake!
I enrolled my son in baseball this spring season and this is where we met her. She is none other than my son’s Coach’s wife, and this is what happened:
My husband, my kids and I went to a batting practice on Memorial Day, but since it was raining so much that day, we got stranded at the mall parking lot. All of the main roads were flooded, so we decided to go eat at one of the restaurants that were located in the mall parking lot and invited the Coach, his wife and kid to come along. We ate dinner and had a good tíme, nothing out of the ordinary. My husband said, ‘what a pleasant night, right?’ I agreed, but had no idea how much more pleasant it was going to be for him.
A couple of days later, I’m at my son’s practice and the Coach asked me where my husband was (he was one of the assistant coaches, you see) and I told him that he wasn’t gonna make it because he was going to a get together with a few of his friends. The Coach’s reaction was what tipped me off that something wasn’t right, because he asked me where it was and who was going, all panicky, and I told him, ‘to be honest, I have no clue.’ Well, it was close to 3 am and he wasn’t home yet and I couldn’t get that inkling that something was wrong, to go away. So I checked the phone usage details on my bill and what I discovered sent my head reeling and me staggering. In the course of 4 days, my husband and that whore had texted each other more than 424 times, had spoken on the phone for more than an hour at a time, from the minute he stepped out of the house, until he went to bed at night. Oh my God! I’m such an idiot, I thought. I called him and asked where the hell he was and he was just getting home. I was devastated that he would have so little respect for me and do this behind my back instead of just telling me that he wanted to end things. At first he acted stupid, like he didn’t know what I was talking about. Then after I yelled at him and cursed him out and told him I would show him the evidence, he finally admitted to talking to her, but swore they only talked about baseball. Who in their right mind texts someone at 2 and 3 in the morning about baseball? Bullshit I said! I told him to fix the situation, if he was at all interested in salvaging the marriage. He said he would take care of it…but as soon as he left, I texted her and told her that if she was fucking around with my husband, that she needed to back off and leave him alone. She responded that there was nothing going on between them and that she was wrong in answering his call and responding to his text. Well, I said, there better not be anything going on, I said. Stupid me, you’d think I’d learn my lesson.
Since I was so upset, I ended up having a miscarriage…I didn’t even know I was pregnant, until it was too late. You’d think this would make some kind of difference in my relationship, and you’re right, it did. Things got worse.
The situation between my husband and I became strained and it was increasingly painful to be in the same room together, never mind the baseball games. We had become strangers in our own home. He wouldn’t even acknowledge me at home or at the games and would speak to everyone, including the bitch, except to me.
In mid July, I attempted to go out with him to the movies, but he told me to go by myself with the kids, since it wasn’t the first time that I’d gone without him. I was sad and hurt that he wouldn’t even attempt to spend time with me and the kids anymore. The next day, he ended up going to the movies with the kids, without taking me. I was heartbroken that he didn’t include me, as I had attempted to include him, just the day before. The next day, he asked me who I told about him and the whore. I asked him why did it matter and he said because people were reacting. He didn’t specify how they were reacting, nor did I ask because I finally snapped! I couldn’t take it anymore and I told him that if he wanted to leave so badly, to just leave. The following week, he told me that he was moving out.
After he moved out, he took the kids to the movies again. A couple of days later, I asked my son what movie he watched and who all went. He said that he, his dad and cousin and also the bitch and her son. I said ‘hell no!’ And my daughter said, ‘Mom, this isn’t the first time she’s gone to the movies with us. Remember when Dad didn’t take you? She went with us instead.’
All this time, after they had made that little speech that nothing was going on, they were meeting behind my back in front of my kids! What gets me all riled up is that I always find out about this shit like month later. Ugh! I hope both of them rot in hell! Last I heard, she left her husband to screw around with mine.
