My husband had an affair, and he’s turning it around to make it seem like it’s my fault. I never thought I’d be in this position, feeling the sting of betrayal while also being accused of causing it. The day he confessed, I was numb, trying to understand how the man I trusted could be so cruel. Instead of remorse, he lashed out, saying that I was the reason he strayed—that I wasn’t enough, that I didn’t pay him enough attention, that I had become distant.

It was as if he had rewritten our entire history to fit his narrative, blaming me for everything that went wrong in our relationship. I tried to defend myself, to explain that life had become busier, that we were both struggling with the pressures of work and family. But he wouldn’t listen. In his mind, my shortcomings justified his deceit.

I looked back on our marriage, remembering the times I put his needs before mine, the sacrifices I made to keep our family together. Yet none of it seemed to matter now. It was like he had conveniently forgotten the times I stayed up late to help him with his projects or the nights I comforted him during his struggles. Instead, he focused on the things I supposedly failed to do—the times I was too tired to go out, the evenings I wanted to stay in and rest.

I feel betrayed not just by his affair but by the way he’s twisting the blame to ease his own guilt. It’s as if he needs me to be the villain in his story to justify his actions. I’m left questioning everything, trying to figure out if I really did something wrong or if this is just his way of avoiding responsibility for the damage he’s caused.