There were times during their marriage when she wondered if she ever really loved him. Sometimes it seemed she was just handed off from her parents to him – from one controlling force to another. But even she didn’t actually love him, knowing he had cheated stung like nothing she’d ever felt.
Her mind reeled with too many questions. Who was he cheating with? Why? Was he in love with another woman? Or just ‘getting some on the side?’ Keeping these questions well concealed, she lay in the bed after the lights went out. But there was no sleeping at all. Another question crept into her head: Why don’t go out and cheat too?
That idea troubled her. What she wanted was her freedom, not a fling.
She mentally packed all her bags as she stared at the ceiling. Before leaving, she’d have to confirm
