I’d been with the man I thought I’d grow old with for 9 years, married 7, two kids, one he adopted that I had with another man long before he came along. He was great, good looking, worked, and made me laugh. If you’re from Texas you probably know about the Bastrop Fires. Well, my homewreckers house was one that was totally gone, as well as her parents, because they lived right next to each other. I didn’t even know she existed, I knew her brother, he was a good friend of my husbands and when my husband offered to help his parents rebuild I was all for it. I even loaned them my camping gear so that they could get back on track faster by being there 24/7. || I’m not gonna say it was all their fault, I was very busy with my kids and all of their extracurricular’s and I had lunches and shopping dates with friends and occasionally went out on Girls Night Outs., not to mention a part-time job, Girl Scout Leader, Cheer Coach , PTI treasurer, Booster Vice President, and volunteer at my daughters tumble gym and schools. So evenings when he was home texting her I didn’t notice, I wasn’t there. Asking her advice on how to get my attention back and she’d say that she didn’t know, that if I loved him, I’d be with him, or at least she would if she had a good man like him, along with various other texts and calls I’m sure meant to discredit me as his wife. I didn’t think I should have to check the phone logs when I paid the bill, I didn’t think I should ask who he was helping when he went over to his friends parents house to help them rebuild. He loved me and I knew it, or at least I thought I did. || They texted and talked and visited for at least 6 months, in which time we had family times, dinners, outings, holidays; he bought me presents, told me he loved me, we were intimate, and spent time with me and the girls. On Valentine’s Day he bought me the most beautiful present he’s every bought, a sapphire and diamond ring, that fit perfectly because he had taken the time to sneakily measure my wedding ring when I was in the shower. She knew he had two kids, knew what sports they played, how old they were, had seen pictures on his phone of them. He was proud of his kids, even if he was with her instead of at their tournaments and events. I honestly think she wanted my kids too, she told them several times they were more than welcome to live with them, that she knew they loved me, but their happiness was important too. || Well, Mother’s Day rolls around and my brother had asked my mother to house and dog sit because he and his wife were out of town all weekend. I didn’t want her to be alone, so me and the kids stayed with her. I had told my husband that’s what we were doing and he was more than welcome to come stay too, we even had our own room there. He said he had work to do. Knowing spending the weekend with my mother was not his cup of tea, I was okay with that. Sunday night I came home, thinking he’d got me a present and he curled up around me in bed and apologized and said he was busy all weekend and he’d stop after work. Monday everything was normal, it was the end of the day and me and my youngest were at her tumble gym when I get a text saying”I’m going by the house and packing my stuff”. Confused I tried calling and texting for days with no answer. Come to find out, he had moved in with her. Over the next year his”girlfriend” did everything she could to put a wedge in between him and his kids and me and my kids. She’d tell my daughters they had been high school sweethearts and so they were meant to be together. My husband didn’t even finish his freshman year, how did he have a high school sweetheart? Within a month he was hinting that if I would only ask him he would come back and that he only left because he felt unappreciated. I made it clear, there was no way he was coming back into my house or my life. This continued for the next year, him complaining how miserable he was with her, not having any place to go and that moving out had been the dumbest mistake he’d ever made. To which I replied that yes, it was dumb, yes, the way he did it was wrong, but no, it was not a mistake. || As I moved on I became happier and happier that Karma was working and that my kids didn’t have to come visit me in jail because I so wanted to hurt both of them the way they hurt me the first month or two. Jokes on them now. Not even a month ago I got a text from her that said that she was and had always been the love of his life. So sorry for her. I moved out of state and he now lives in my old house, sleeps in my old bed, and pays me rent to do so. And the kicker, the first night he spent there and on several occasions since he texts me begging for naked pics because he gets so horny in our old room. I laugh to myself and text back”you’ve got a good memory, use it.” || I am currently dating several and I am very happy with my life choices. The best thing I could do when he left is let him stay gone. I write this not as a woman who didn’t love a man, because I love him still with all my heart (which he melts every time he looks at me and smiles); but as a woman who is confident that one day I’ll find a man whose love doesn’t wear off because I’m not there constantly to take care of him and he’ll deserve it, more than my husband, who was his own homewrecker, with help from my homewrecker. Oh, and she just got a facebook page since he’s been gone, and she’s posting all this stuff about how you shouldn’t give your time to someone that treats you bad and how poor and pitiful he treated her after she did nothing but love him. LMFAO, I told her once he would leave her and she said they were destined to be together forever, unlike him and I since I was such a bad wife and mother.