Before I knew anything about Mr. Scabs hidden life, I believed we were happy. We were normal. We were a team, an unbreakable companionship in life. November 2010
So, he packed his bags and gave me a token peck on the cheek as we dropped him off at the airport. Mr. Scabs was going to spend Thanksgiving weekend over seas in another country. I believed he was going to climb a mountain with his friend. We had agreed he could go and I would spend the week with my in laws.
Underneath it all. I wasn't happy. I had a feeling something was going to go horribly wrong. Mr. Scabs answered matter of factly, "nothings going to happen."
It was a perfect Thanksgiving with snow and family and delicious food. As perfect as it was, I felt an undertone. Like a gentle riptide swirling around my feet growing with strength every minute.
November 22, 2010. Shaking and sweaty, I belted out obscenities...F-bomb obscenities, the kind I don't say in real life. Screaming!! Howling!! I had just caught my husband sleeping with a woman who wasn't me! I blinked my eyes and realized it was the middle of the night and my kids were snuggled next to me fast asleep. I sighed...
it was just a nightmare.
'The likelihood of my husband cheating on me would be the same as the likelihood of him murdering me. Impossible, he would never do it. I couldn't fathom it's possibility.'
I read this somewhere, it's about a woman who explained the depth of shock associate with her cheating husband. It made so much sense to me. He would never kill me...he would never cheat on me.
Then next day I was shaken and bothered. I told myself, "There's no way. I trust his fidelity. He loves us. He loves me."
November 23, 2010. Sweaty and thrashing I screamed out again. The nightmare repeated itself! As, i lay myself back on the pillow, breathing, doubting my sanity, pulling out my hair, I heard a voice.
"You won't divorce him."
I whispered back, "hell ya, I will."