New Year’s Eve was quickly approaching. So what does a family in a life-altering crisis do? They invite friends over to celebrate the dawn of a new year, of course. Clearly this idea was as screwed up as my emotions because the night was a disaster from the get-go.
Our friends fast and furiously hit on the topic of infidelity. Yippee!!! Yay!!! Hooray! Fist Pump!! What a fabulous topic that I would just love to discuss. Mr. “My Penis Makes me Stupid” looked as if he actually swallowed a cow. Excellent. And they wouldn’t let up. About the foolish wives who were too dumb to see what was going on… To the husbands who clearly have no love for their wives if they cheat… To the poor, poor kids. How did I get through? Wine, of course. And lots of it. Too much in fact. An obnoxious amount, in fact. Long before midnight I ended up on my daughter’s step stool in my laundry room, my face planted in my hands. To say it was a bad night would be an understatement.
The entire next day, with the Hangover of the Century, I kept thinking, It’s not supposed to be this hard. Why is it so hard? Why does everything feel so upended? Why am I swimming upstream? Why am I trying to right something that was wronged by someone else? Why am I not simply walking away? Why am I putting myself through this misery? This constant tug-of-war that was going on inside me.
And the answer was always the same… My girls.
I trudged through the next few months. He bought me a ring (thanks Kobe Bryant!), arranged for our first family trip to Disney World, and we tried to finish furnishing our home that we had, oh by the way, just freakin’ built!!! I went through the motions… Wanting to be happy, wanting to trust him again, wanting life to go back to normal.
There were good days, and bad. And the bad days were very, very bad. “I can’t imagine how you could have lied to your family for the last 7 months? Taking time away from your children to extend your already excruciatingly long trips so you could live in your fantasy world. Affairs are made of fantasy. It’s not real. It’s not the real world.” Sometimes the frustration of it all would get to be too much, and my mind would go into the darkest of places. Sometimes I just needed answers, longing to make sense of it all. Answers I knew he could never give me.
Months went by. I never confided in anyone. I was just too humiliated. When your husband cheats on you, it’s a hard thing to talk about with family and friends. For me, at least. I was embarrassed, ashamed. So we carried on as a normal, happy family. He kept saying he wanted his affair to make us stronger, better, closer. I guess that’s what I wanted too… But deep down I wasn’t sure I could ever truly love him again.
If only this is where my story ended…