I posted a few days ago that I found out that my husband of 5 weeks is cheating. I think it really hit me this morning after he took his cell phone in the shower with him. It's attached at his hip from the moment he gets up in the morning until he goes to bed at night, but now he's locking it in the bathroom with him when he's in the shower.
I still haven't told him I know what he's doing. I've decided that I want to try to wait until I have more substantial proof before I do anything at all. I went online this morning on the off chance that he would leave anything in his accounts to show what he's been up to. He's been deleting most of his message histories, but he forgot something yesterday.
My mother had two heart attacks this week. While I was in the hospital with her all day yesterday, he was messaging his thing, trying to set up a rendezvous. How sick is that? My mother is at death's door and he's off running around with her.
I'm so depressed that I can barely move. I have a full-time job, a part-time job, and I'm taking college courses part-time. I don't know how long I'm going to be able to drag myself through the week with this on my back.
We were supposed to start trying to conceive next month (when we are supposed to leave on our honeymoon!) and now that's not going to happen. His touch makes my skin crawl. I was so looking forward to trying for a baby. I feel like he robbed me of my life before it even got started.