I was standing outside the main gates of my home for almost fifteen minutes now. It has started to drizzle again and I was just standing outside as if this was somebody else's home and I was an outsider looking in. Almost like Rachel Watson in The Girl On The Train, except my husband was still there waiting for me and not some other woman. Or maybe he was waiting for someone else because this person standing here...she was not the woman who left home yesterday. She probably was not the woman he loved.
I don't know how to face him. I don't know how to look into his eyes. I don't know how I will look into my own eyes myself. I was not the same anymore. I will never be the same person anymore. I can't carry the weight of this betrayal on my shoulders and I can't tell the truth because that
