Beginning of the end

I realized I didn't love my husband anymore when he told me he went on a coffee date with a woman he had met online.  He didn't call it a coffee date and, in fact, assumed I had already known about it when I confronted him about it again.  He had been acting weird and I searched his phone and saw he had a new Plenty of Fish account, so of course I read the messages.  Nothing indicated an in person meeting.

I wish I could say it ended there.  Our oldest son was not even 1 year old then and it would be 4 more years, another child, and several more times of catching my husband with an online dating account before I would call it quits for good. 

At that point, I thought life had finally changed for the good and I was finally free.

I was wrong; that was just the quiet before the storm.

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