My Husband Left Me and Our Six Children for a Fitness Trainer – I Didn’t Even Have Time to Think About Revenge Before Karma Caught Up With Him

“I am telling you,” he snapped. “I’m choosing my happiness.”

“And what about ours?”

His back was turned, shoulders stiff.

“I can’t do this with you, Paige,” he said. “You make everything messy.”

“I’m choosing my happiness.”

I felt something snap inside me, like a rubber band that had been stretched too long.

“No, you made it messy when you decided to see someone else.”

He said nothing. He just dragged the suitcase past me and out the door.

I didn’t follow him, but I did walk to the window, watching his taillights disappear without slowing once.

Then I went downstairs and locked the door, letting the weight of everything he didn’t say hit me all at once.

**

I didn’t follow him.

“Okay,” I whispered into my fist. “Okay. Breathe.”

I stayed there, listening to the silence.

I cried until it felt like bruising from the inside out, but not just for me. It was for the questions that would come in the morning. For the kids asking questions I couldn’t lie about, and couldn’t fully explain without breaking something in them.

**

At six sharp, my youngest climbed into bed with me, dragging her blanket like a cape. She curled against me.

“Mommy,” Rose mumbled. “Is Daddy making pancakes?”

My heart cracked wide open.

“Is Daddy making pancakes?”

“Not today, baby,” I said softly, and kissed her curls.