I’d like to start off by saying I’ve decided to let my husband (common-law, but marriage is marriage to me) return home before I delve into my story. Many people would like to think “you can leave him, you don’t need him” and maybe I don’t NEED him, but his children do. I grew up without both my parents in the same house and I’d walk on hot coals for miles, sink in the deepest seas, or rip my heart out and stomp on it time and time again, just to see that my children have both parents in the home. It most cases it is impossible for a woman my age to start over and be able to provide the same life that my children have become accustomed to. || As angry and hurt as I am I vowing to do my best in telling it like it happened and the story goes…. || Last Thursday my husband, we will call him “J” was having some texting conversation with someone, as my suspicions grew I felt compelled to ask him who he was texting. He replied “my uncle”. No more than 20 minutes later the dummy fell asleep with his phone in his hand and texts coming through left and right. I grabbed his phone out of pure innocence to text his uncle back to let him know J had fallen asleep. To my surprise it was not his uncle but this ugly looking troll. I went through all those texts and with each one I read I felt a part of spirit die. It hurt so bad and it does hurt so bad still. I read about the house they planned on buying together, but not once did I read one text about him having kids. So what are we just make-believe to him? || I’m losing focus, aren’t I? || At first I wanted to beat him to death with this cheap ass smartphone, but realized the damage I would do to my children if I started a fight right then. It was late, and it was a school night. I knew it would be better if I held out until the next day. || I did confront him, I actually told him to come get his shit and leave for good after I had gotten my daughter off to school. He couldn’t even man up and text me back. He didn’t call, didn’t come home, didn’t even call his side of the family to at least let someone know he was alive. He left us with no car, no food, and no money for food. I had nothing to get by on. Finally on Sunday he sent me a message begging me to not pack his things. I think he said “something is not right in my head and I need it fixed”. Excuses, excuses…basically, it boils down to, “I’m too old to do this shit again, impress someone, make them woo over me” and I know that’s what happened. || I typically wouldn’t be out to shame the “OW” or “other woman”. This was an act in which two are guilty, both male and female. But the fact this smelly troll thing had the nerve to send me photos of him at her house during his disappearance shows how dull and crusty her personality and morals are. Plus she brought my children into it. I did tell her “she’s got another thing coming if she thinks she’ll ever play mommy to his kids”, and the stupid wh**e said “fuck your kids, I aint bout to have nothing to do with them”. Although that’s exactly what I wanted, it did go to show she was nothing more than a** to him, and he was nothing more than d*ck to her. || Why he felt he had to play on the “we’ll get a house” player type bullshit, I’ll never know. What I do know, is I will never be the same, my daughters will never have the same feelings towards their father. || I ask that no one question me about letting him return home. I made the best choice I could to keep my family afloat. That means food on the table and clothes on my babies back. Some of us just can’t up and leave even though sometimes it’s the best. I just hope I become numb to this soon, cause I hurt and I hurt bad. || She has a facebook under the name: Bryanna Fellows but that account also lists her name as: Brenna Huger || I’m not even sure my husband knows what her real name is. I think its”Brenna Huger” because I found evidence of that on Google. He should know by now my cousin is the best with computers and Google and she’s always gonna be there when we need her for dirt digging.