I’m terminal, and I found out a week before Christmas that my husband was cheating on me. I’ve always struggled with my health since I was in my mid 20’s, either way, on my last year of college I met my husband who’s truly been my rock. He’s a good man, he’s been through everything, and sometimes, I feel like I’ve put him through everything too, doctor’s visit, treatments (financially expensive, yes, but also on the mind and heart), infertility, you name it. Half way through 2024 I was given my last diagnosis, I won’t say how long, or from what, but it’s close. I always thought my husband would leave, but he never did. He always supported me in every form, he even sold his late parents property in 2022 to pay for most of my expenses. I love him. I want him to be happy.
In the beginning of the end, I thought my husband was having an affair with no real reason other than it’s what should happen. Men mostly cheat on their withered wives, it’s how it happens. But my husband never took more than an hour or two away from me every now and then, always picked up his phone, always left it with the screen up, unlocked, i know every password, every little secret between us. A week before Christmas I finally discovered her, she does exist, he does have a mistress. She’s not much younger than us, I believe, and my husband seems happy. I’ve never felt displaced or heartbroken by his actions, and as much as I want to tell myself that it’s okay because I’m one foot out of the door, it does hurt me.
I wish he had at least waited, you know? I mean, it won’t take me long haha, I’m sorry, I’m trying to be brave. I don’t have anyone to talk about this with, I don’t want his reputation tarnished, in the end, he loves me too, and he has loved me through everything we could’ve gone through. I hope he’s happy.
