My husband and I met when I was 21 and he was 19. Whirlwind of chemistry and fairytale true love. But it was just that, a fairytale I created in my own head. I am 38 years old. I have my share of issues and faults. I am not blameless in the slow disintegration of our 14 year marriage. But it never entered my mind that infidelity was a possibility…that whole fairytale I bought line and sinker. || Silly girl, though grown. We have been through a whirlwind of trouble during our marriage that matches the power that brought us together. I recently went to therapy after finding out about the betrayal. Filled out paperwork that asked about significant life events… || 2000: our son was born || 2001: moved to Austin to pursue our”dreams” || 2003: earned by Bachelor of Arts || 2003: forced to leave Austin and move in with family because we couldn’t find stable jobs || 2004: found work back where we started and rented a cute little house with graffiti on the front, but home is home. || 2006: we both lost our jobs and moved in with his mom || 2008: I finally found a permanent career in education || 2008: moved to an apartment || 2009: My husband started school for audio engineering || 2009: I was pistol whipped when I refused to give a teenager my keys because he was just a kid, no older than my students. A child. || 2009: moved from the apartment where the assault occurred || 2011: My husband earned his degree and began work in his field. He often was gone || 2011: earned my Master of Arts in Literature || 2011: major car accident; my husband fractured his neck, but I was okay somehow. Bad times. || 2012: My husband went back to work. Opposite schedules. He travelled. We became distant. || 2013: downward spiral continues. || 2014: He met her at the rodeo in March. He is a sound engineer and he was working for a band playing in a cook off booth. I couldn’t go. I had gone previous years, and we always entertained ourselves by laughing at all the dumb drunk women. But I had foot surgery in February and was still recovering. Nice. Guess they weren’t so funny after all but more like Sirens?? || May 11, 2014: his brother is suspicious and calls me to get information. Tracked his phone to her house. On Mother’s Day. He spent the night with her and came home to me on Mother’s Day. I asked him if he was sleeping with someone else, and with a look of victory he said, yes. || The fairytale ended. Gone. || What I know of her: || He would tell me nothing, but that doesn’t work for me. I have spent more than half of my life learning to gather information through research, synthesizing it, and making sense of this plethora of knowledge in order to write or to teach. || I have to know. So I did what I’m good at. Finding information. || Born Amber Breann Roberson in 1981 || Married (removed) August 1, 2006 and divorced him on November 13, 2009. || 3 years…and 1 child, a boy. || Married (removed) October 21, 2011 and…STILL MARRIED, but separated when they (Amber and my husband) both decided is was a great idea to ruin 2 families. || 1 child, a girl || So, we have been married 14 years, together for 15. We have a son. We have been through hell and back together. And then…her.Do I know her personally? No. But from her Facebook profile, her LinkedIn account, miscellaneous searches through a variety of sources, and all that beautiful public information, I now know enough to warn others.Her first marriage lasted 3 years. Her second marriage apparently lasted about the same though there is no divorce date. Hmmmmmmm. Perhaps our lovely Amber should look at herself? Examine her own track record? But why self assess? When you can sink your claws into the next one? || Personal response to her comments about me: || I’m not a selfish bitch. || There is something wrong with a woman who finds it acceptable to sleep with a married man, AND be married herself. Isn’t there some sort of code or loyalty among women? Wow. You’re a waste of flesh I never expected to encounter. || You’re right. He is an amazing man. I’ve been here the entire time. Long before you. BTW: I was still here when he met you. I was still here when he was with you. I was still here when you sent the sad little message pouring your lying little heart out to him…your next baby daddy (Sorry, I couldn’t help the Jerry Springer reference). What was it?? Oh, yeah.”Cake. Is this Love?” Good one. Do you know what love is? What it means to endure? Do you understand that marriage takes a hell of a lot more than 3 years? Grow up, little girl; I have. You like yourself a lot. I can tell by your Facebook pictures and all your friends’ comments. Girls like you are everywhere. Loretta Lynn:”a dime a dozen; you can buy ’em anywhere.” Well, in honor of you, I display your selfies to the world. || Don’t insult a woman and call her a bitch unless you have all the details.