Patience.
The following morning I woke up in our bedroom feeling sore as hell. I walked into the bathroom deciding a warm shower to lessen the pain on my numb body. In the shower, I preferred not to think about yesterday, merely to appreciate the warm water flowing down my body easing my achiness.
getting out of the shower I stood in front of the mirror staring at my inflated face tears began streaming down my cheeks. What has my life grown to, my husband believes I cheated on him while he's the one who cheated on me with my ex-best-friend. He preferred to believe a f*****g picture rather than his wife of six years.
I strolled out of the bathroom, the house is quiet so I'm guessing he's not home. I took out my suitcase grabbed half of my clothes, I can't take everything it's a lot of ex
