{"id":1746,"date":"2024-03-10T15:30:25","date_gmt":"2024-03-10T15:30:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/?p=1746"},"modified":"2024-03-25T13:18:19","modified_gmt":"2024-03-25T13:18:19","slug":"my-husband-is-cheating-on-me-with-my-best-friend","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/?p=1746","title":{"rendered":"My husband is cheating on me with my best friend"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2449\" src=\"https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/Screenshot_2-1.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"855\" height=\"880\" srcset=\"https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/Screenshot_2-1.png 855w, https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/Screenshot_2-1-291x300.png 291w, https:\/\/findpath.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/Screenshot_2-1-768x790.png 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 855px) 100vw, 855px\" \/><\/p><div class=\"311fe198f191a864c1efcdfa9efedfdf\" data-index=\"3\" style=\"float: none; margin:0px 0 0px 0; text-align:center;\">\n<div data-type=\"_mgwidget\" data-widget-id=\"1782571\">\r\n<\/div>\r\n<script>(function(w,q){w[q]=w[q]||[];w[q].push([\"_mgc.load\"])})(window,\"_mgq\");\r\n<\/script>\r\n\n<\/div>\n\n<p>I\u2019m honestly not sure where to start so I guess I\u2019ll just start.<\/p>\n<p>My husband and I have been dating since I was 19 and he was 22. We\u2019ve been married for six years now. We have two kids and I\u2019m six months pregnant with our third.<\/p>\n<p>Two years ago I found out my dad has stage three colon cancer. My dad is my only parent as my mom passed away when I was 12. He\u2019s my favorite human and life without him doesn\u2019t seem as colorful. His laugh is contagious and he gives these big bear hugs that seem to make all of your broken pieces feel like they\u2019re perfectly in place again. Whenever I\u2019ve had a hard day he doesn\u2019t poke and prod and just lets me vent and listens.<\/p>\n<p>About five months ago we discovered the treatments aren\u2019t working for him and in direct quote of the doctor he said \u201cmonths not years.\u201d Since then he\u2019s gotten progressively worse and now is losing memory. He looked at the dog he got for me on my 21st birthday and said \u201cwow that\u2019s a nice dog, where\u2019d you get it?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>My husband has been my absolute rock. He has been there for me holding my hand and helping me through this. He\u2019s been so loving and attentive to both my kids and I. Don\u2019t get me wrong, I am a mother first always. I don\u2019t allow myself to wallow. My kids are still loved, cared for, played with, and I haven\u2019t let my load slack around the house.<\/p>\n<p>Once my dad got his updated prognosis my husband encouraged me to quit my job. About a month later we discovered we were pregnant again and I still hadn\u2019t let go of my job, I kept holding out for some reason. After finding out I was pregnant again he ensured me it was still okay to quit my job, that honestly it would save us a small fortune on daycare costs anyways. So I did, I quit my job.<\/p>\n<p>My best friend and I have been friends since diapers. Her family is like my family and vice versa. My mom and her mom grew up together. We\u2019ve always been solid and right after my dads appointment when we found out he had so little time left I drove straight to her house and she held me while I cried for hours. If there are soulmates in friend form, she was mine. \u201cThick as thieves\u201d is what my mom used to say.<\/p>\n<p>This morning as I was up with my three year old (he\u2019s sick) my husbands work alarm was going off. He has a few he sets so I turned that one off and gently woke him up, he said he was up late working so he took the morning off. Rolled over and went back to sleep. As I went to turn off the remained of his alarms I saw a text from my friend on his Lock Screen that said \u201cI\u2019m assuming since there hasn\u2019t been an angry pregnant lady on my doorstep you haven\u2019t told her about us yet?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Time froze in that moment. I took his phone and walked away and just read their conversations. Four months this man has been fucking my best friend. Four months these people have been lying to my face.<\/p>\n<p>And I know what you\u2019re going to say, you should\u2019ve seen the warning signs. But I\u2019ve been clutching this phone in my hand for two hours and nothing. He has been so loving and attentive to me, but he always has been. So kind and gentle. There has been no late night work nights except for once in a blue moon, there has been no lingering touches between them or even glances. They act as they have since the day I first introduced them. How sick is it that she calls him her brother but she screws him?<\/p>\n<p>I know so many people get a moment of clarity in situations like this but I have none. Aside from being sad about my dad, I haven\u2019t changed. I\u2019m still a loving wife and mother. I still doted on him and my children. I talk to him about how he is doing and how was his day every freaking day. I haven\u2019t allowed the ground to swallow me whole.<\/p>\n<p>I know what I have to do now, but I just don\u2019t want to. I\u2019m about to lose my family and my support system in one blow. I\u2019ll confront him tomorrow. Today? Today I just need this last 24hrs of peace. As for her? I won\u2019t give her the satisfaction of a response. I don\u2019t care why she did it. She did it and it\u2019s done. I was always the friend who cleaned up her messes. After today I will cut her out of my life like she never mattered at all.<\/p>\n<p>This has to be the hardest storm I\u2019ll ever weather, but damn it I know it\u2019ll sail through it. If not for me, for my children.<\/p>\n\n<div style=\"font-size: 0px; height: 0px; line-height: 0px; margin: 0; padding: 0; clear: both;\"><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I\u2019m honestly not sure where to start so I guess I\u2019ll just start. 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