I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who had to ask herself, What did I do wrong to make my husband cheat? But here I am, not because I believe I caused it, but because he insists I did. The moment I found out about his affair, I was devastated. My heart shattered, my trust destroyed. I expected guilt, maybe even remorse. But instead, he turned the blame on me.

According to him, he cheated because I was distant. Because I wasn’t affectionate enough. Because I was too busy, too tired, too focused on other things. He listed all the ways I had supposedly pushed him away, as if his betrayal was something I forced him into. His words cut deeper than the affair itself. Instead of taking responsibility, he painted himself as the victim—a man who had no choice but to seek comfort elsewhere because I failed him.

At first, I questioned myself. Had I been so absorbed in work? Had I not given him enough attention? But then, reality hit me. No. Relationships go through ups and downs, but cheating is a choice, not an accident. If he felt neglected, he could have talked to me. If he was unhappy, he could have fought for us, not betrayed us.

Now, I’m left with one burning question: How do I move forward when the man who broke my heart won’t even admit he’s the one who shattered it?