For years, I lived like a stranger in my own marriage. My husband had everything a man could want, a good job, money in his account, and a beautiful family. But instead of appreciating what he had at home, he chose to waste it all on young campus girls.It started with late-night phone calls.
He would step outside “to talk business,” but I wasn’t stupid. Soon, perfume smells that weren’t mine lingered on his shirts. One evening, as I cleaned his car, I found several used condom wrappers stuffed under the seat. My heart sank. It wasn’t just rumors anymore, it was the reality staring me in the face.He didn’t even try to hide it.To read more ,click here
