I found a love letter from my husband that ended our marriage

Washing clothes was one more thing about mom in our house. David helps in the kitchen and with the kids, but doing laundry and bathing are two things he will never take care of.

“I can’t wash my hair off the drain,” said David, grimacing when I asked him to take care of the chores.

“It is my hair. And our daughter’s, “I chuckled.

“It’s still gross,” he replied.

But the noise from the washing machine and the hum of the dryer soon became my perfect and quiet task, and I loved that it was mine.

Except when laundry day revealed more than dirty stains.

As I rummaged through my husband’s dirty clothes, the soft wrinkle of a paper interrupted the unconscious action of my hands. A folded, elegant and unsuspecting card slipped from the folds of his shirt, falling to the ground.

Happy anniversary darling! These 7 years have been the best in my life! Meet me at Obelix on Wednesday night at 8:00 p.m. Dress in red.

My husband’s handwriting was unmistakable. The loops of his lyrics and the hard pressure with which he wrote.

A chill ran down my back.

Seven years? David and I had been married for eighteen years. We had two daughters. Our anniversary was not for six months.

And Obelix? The most luxurious restaurant in town? After David expressly told me that we had to cut our expenses.

“We have to cook more at home, Nancy,” he said. “Less takeout. Girls will have to get used to it: lately we spend unnecessarily. “

“Do we have problems?” I asked, thinking that we were falling through some financial hole that we did not expect.

“No, we don’t have them,” David reassured me. “But it is good to be aware.”

Wednesday couldn’t come soon enough. I didn’t think of anything else for days. I wanted to get to the bottom of David’s secret letter. A day after finding the note in his shirt pocket, I went back to see if it was still there, but the pocket was empty.

Signed, sealed and delivered, I thought.

“I work late tonight, honey,” said David that morning as I started the breakfast routine.

“Shall I leave you a plate or buy something?” I asked, knowing full well that I had plans to have dinner with a mysterious woman in red.

“I’ll buy something on the way home,” he said, walking out the door with his travel mug.

The day dragged on, with my visits to the schools and the afternoon elevator club, made up of five noisy schoolgirls. But despite everything, I couldn’t get David out of my head.

I took the girls home and made them some snacks for when they were sitting outside, while trying to figure out what to do.

“You have the time and the place, Nancy,” my mother said when I called her to clarify.

“So do you think I should go? Really? “I asked.

Of course I wanted to go. I wanted to be the one to catch David red-handed. But I was also afraid of breaking my heart.

“Yes. Your whole marriage depends on tonight, honey, “he said. “I know it will be difficult, but in the end, at least you will know what your next step will be.”

“I guess,” I said.

“Don’t you think you owe it to the girls?” He asked.

I got a babysitter to take care of the girls; my mother could have, but it was too little time to go get her and get to the restaurant on time.

I was in front of the closet, trying to decide what to wear. I was struggling between being an wallflower, so David wouldn’t see me while I watched him from afar.

“Enough, Nancy,” I barked myself in the mirror. “You are going to be daring.”

I put on an impressive red dress that David had bought me for my birthday some time ago. It still fit me perfectly. And I clearly remembered the conversation.

“Red has always been your color,” said David, pulling the dress out of the box.

I looked at myself in the mirror: it was daring, striking, a symbol of the confrontation that was about to come. But even though I knew she looked good, deep down I felt hurt and betrayed.

I arrived at the restaurant a little earlier, buzzing with the anticipation and clinking of the glasses around me.

And there she was, the other woman. She was also dressed in red, according to David’s instructions. She had a carefree smile while holding her phone at different angles, taking photos of herself.

I took a deep breath and sat next to him, making sure I had my back to the door. I didn’t want David to see me first. I needed him to see me at the right time.

As soon as my husband entered, the air changed. He approached her with a warmth and intimacy that sent a shake to my heart.

A long time ago, David had also looked at me that way.

I took a sip of the wine I had asked for: I needed something to help calm my nerves.

David’s eyes were soft as he approached a chair to sit next to the woman, instead of facing her. It was something he also did with me. So I could put my hand on my knee. He handed her a large bouquet of flowers and a white box.

“Isabelle,” he said, bending over to kiss her that went on too long for my comfort. “You are awesome as always, honey.”

His laugh was light and as carefree as his session selfies from before.

“David, you always know how to make a girl feel special. Seven years already? Can you believe it?”.

At that moment, his eyes met mine, and the warmth of his smile froze, replaced by an incipient understanding and fear.

Without saying a word, he got up from his seat, muttering to Isabelle an excuse to go to the bathroom.

“Don’t you dare, David!” I exclaimed.

He stopped, with an expression of panic on his face. Isabelle, who was now confused and nervous, saw the scene unfold.

David, caught between his wife and his secret lover, was nailed to the site. He could see the gears in his head spinning, calculating his next move.

Turning to Isabelle, I presented myself with a calm that I had not just felt.

“I’m Nancy,” I said. “David’s wife for almost eighteen years.”

“What?” Said Isabelle, with a pale face. “I had no idea! David told me that they were separated, but that they were still on good terms for their children. “

Isabelle’s fingers nervously twisted a lock of her hair. It was clear that he was as much a victim of David’s lies as I was.

My husband’s eyes begged for forgiveness, or for the earth to open and swallow it whole. He opened his mouth, but no word came out. The silence was deafening.

“Separated? How original, David. “

Looking directly at Isabelle, I saw her eyes fill with tears.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I never wanted to be part of something like that.”

“I never wanted it to go that far,” said David.

I didn’t know which of the two I was talking to.

Isabelle snorted on the napkin. I realized that I was visibly shocked.

But seven years? They had been together for seven years, and not once did you ask to meet my daughters? Not even know me?

Didn’t you think they were serious? Or that their relationship was more than just a date?

It didn’t make sense to me. None of that had it. David and I got married when we were very young, almost just out of high school. Despite the usual discussions of married couples, we were good. We were strong.

Until I found that note.

I thought of all the times we had argued; Sure, it was awkward at the time, but we went through everything together and we always came out better off. I thought of every night that David stayed up late and on business trips.

I remembered one night, while sitting on the bed eating a bowl of ice cream, David put his things in a suitcase.

“I’ll only be out for the weekend,” he said.

“Where are you going to stay?” I asked him.

“In a hotel,” he replied immediately. “But I will not be alone. One of the boys will share a room with me. “

I nodded. I trusted him; He had never given me reason not to.

I sat down in the chair again and watched as David struggled not to reach out and comfort Isabelle. He had an expression of pain on his face, his fists tightly.

That was what hurt the most. The fact that my husband cared so much about that woman as to reach out to her, in my presence.

I did not feel that our marriage had ended. But that was the moment when my heart was completely broken.

“I’m going to start the divorce process,” I said to David, picking up my bag.

“You have to explain it to the girls; I’m not going to do it.”

Upon leaving, the restaurant vanished into a blur. The night air seemed colder as I walked to my car. I had faced my betrayal. But I knew I had a lot to overcome.

I needed to be strong for my daughters. I knew that divorce would destroy them and our family. But David had forced me.

What would you have done?

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