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|Thu, 02-18-2010 - 10:34pm|
I discovered my husband's 2 year affair in July 2008. I had been horribly betrayed. I had given him everything I had. I moved from the UK to the US to be with him, to marry him, bringing my innocent teenaged daughter, spending all my money on a house for us, clearing his debts, everything. He took everything from me and left me utterly, utterly bereft. I had been a kind, bubbly, optimistic, energetic woman, so full of life, and was left almost gasping for breath, bewildered, with no idea how to even begin to recover the tiniest scrap of my sense of self. I couldn't even leave, as of course shortly afterwards the recession hit, and so I couldn't sell my house and go home. I would lose everything.
He repeatedly lied to me about the details, but I slowly, excruciatingly uncovered them. She kept a myspace page, where she vindictively posted pictures of them together, writing love poems to him, broadcasting how stupid I was and insinuating that they were still together (she still does). He'd lost his job because of the affair and was forced to work away from home all week, and so I had nothing to do during those long evenings but paw over the details, over and over again as she poured on fresh agony.
I narrowly missed contracting