tenderloin
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It’s so fucking cliché. He cheated on me when he was deployed during Covid. I found out two years later when we were GOLDEN, when I was a couple months pregnant, right after I wondered what was going to break because everything was so fucking good. We were so good.
I was a few months pregnant, too late to abort, too late to do anything. So I asked him to fight for us. If he wanted us, fight for us. Make us work. I would figure out how to forgive, to move on, to fight my way back to where we were before it all broke.
He started a relationship with a coworker a couple months after our son was born. I’ve suspected for about the same amount of time. I confirmed it tonight.
I beat him to the punch, cause he was planning to ask me for a divorce. Fuck you, babe, now we’re both blindsided.
He wants to co-parent. Wants to be there for the kids before and after school. Wants to help with the laundry and around the house. Wants all the parts of being a dad, but doesn’t want to be a husband. He wants Christmas. I bought family Christmas pajamas. He’s been fucking someone else.
How do I do this? How do I rebuild? I put 17 years into him, and now I’m fat with a baby and a kindergartener and the ashes of a life I thought we had. In the pit of my stomach and the back of my mind, I’ve known this day was coming. But now it’s here and I’m not ready. I chose to love him for so long and now what? Do I just choose to stop? How do I break us apart without breaking our babies and our home and me?
I was a few months pregnant, too late to abort, too late to do anything. So I asked him to fight for us. If he wanted us, fight for us. Make us work. I would figure out how to forgive, to move on, to fight my way back to where we were before it all broke.
He started a relationship with a coworker a couple months after our son was born. I’ve suspected for about the same amount of time. I confirmed it tonight.
I beat him to the punch, cause he was planning to ask me for a divorce. Fuck you, babe, now we’re both blindsided.
He wants to co-parent. Wants to be there for the kids before and after school. Wants to help with the laundry and around the house. Wants all the parts of being a dad, but doesn’t want to be a husband. He wants Christmas. I bought family Christmas pajamas. He’s been fucking someone else.
How do I do this? How do I rebuild? I put 17 years into him, and now I’m fat with a baby and a kindergartener and the ashes of a life I thought we had. In the pit of my stomach and the back of my mind, I’ve known this day was coming. But now it’s here and I’m not ready. I chose to love him for so long and now what? Do I just choose to stop? How do I break us apart without breaking our babies and our home and me?