His Betrayal

Exhaustion is all I felt, and I can not wait to crawl into my bed and just catch up on some sleep after a long day. I had just gotten back from work and after an exhausting day of working with the kids at school I just wanted to take a nap before doing anything else. I had originally planned to go out for a couple of drinks with my work friends but after the day I had, I just wanted to go home. I told my husband about my plans but, since I knew he was not home yet, I figured my change in plans would not affect him. As I walked up the stairs towards my bedroom, I suddenly heard voices. That’s odd. I thought Mark was working over today, which was why I planned on taking a quick nap before he made his way home. As I got closer to the end of the staircase, the sickening feeling in my stomach got much worse as the voices became more clear and I heard it was Mark and I was not sure who that female’s voice was yet. As I eased closer to the door, my heart started crumbling as I heard my husband having s*x with some mysterious woman. I was never a person to take pictures of a situation such as this, but something told me to get proof of his infidelity, so I pulled my phone from my back pocket. After snapping pictures through the doorway and taking a small recording because I still had no clue who she was, I saved the information on my phone as tears flowed from my eyes. With new-found energy, I turned around and walked back down the stairs and walked back out the door and to my car and I drove away and drove to the one place I knew I could go to think. My husband didn’t even know about this place because I knew I would need somewhere to go that was just for me. I found this place just by driving one day a couple of years ago when I just wanted to clear my head. It was a dirt road out in the middle of the country that led to this amazing clearing where all I could see was a bunch of wildflowers covering about 10 acres and that was surrounded on all sides by trees. It was the perfect place to build a house, a cabin preferably, and there was nothing but privacy and silence. I had been debating sharing this place with my husband, because I thought it would be a great idea to see who owns this land to purchase it to build on. Now this place was serving as my solace to a shattered heart and I needed to think about my next steps. I sat there replaying the last 5 years of our marriage and 3 years of dating through my head, trying to think if there was something I missed. I never thought in the 8 years we have been together that he was capable of taking someone else into our home and into the bed we shared together. I sat there and played through our first meeting, which was an amazing blind date set up by mutual friends of ours who thought we would make a great couple. We hit it off right away and many of our mutual friends thought we were married before we did indeed tie the knot. We enjoyed many of the same things, such as beliefs, choices in music, the importance of family and we both loved our privacy and could not stand people that aired all their dirty laundry out on social media. Flashback 8 years ago “Come on Jessie, you need to meet him, he is perfect for you!” my best friend Amy said as we were getting ready to go out after a long week of work and my college classes. “I know, I know, you keep telling me this!” I said as I finished putting on my makeup. “I already agreed to this date, and I will go like I have told you a million times. I just don’t see the point in doing this, because I never have any luck with guys. We will probably end up figuring out we are best as friends like any other guys in the past ended up being.” I was just being honest saying this to my friend. I have had a few relationships since graduating from high school. However, the one thing that they all have in common is that they all ended with us realizing we liked each other more as friends, which is where all those relationships stayed. I won’t lie, there were definitely some friends with benefits throughout my younger years, but still it was nothing fulfilling in the end for me. I sort of got the release I needed but it was more awkward than anything because there was nothing more to it than a hook-up. When I was a younger girl I always dreamed about having a husband that would just go to work and come home to me and our 3 kids. We would eat together and then spend the remainder of our day doing family things. However, we all know this is a dream world because not every job is 9-5, and as much as I would have loved to stay home and just raise our children, most moms have to work in today's society to make ends meet. I finished applying my make-up, which was very little, because I liked the natural look, not the painted faces of many girls I knew. Then I ran my comb through my straightened hair, thankful I straightened it for easy management compared to my extremely chaotic curls. I walked out of my bathroom and zipped up my boots and grabbed my purse. I was thankful I clarified with my friend that if I wore my favorite boots that had a 3 inch heel I would not be towering over my date. I am a tall girl, but my ideal guy also needed to be taller than my 5 ft 8 in frame. My friend laughed, “You have nothing to worry about. In fact, he will still be taller than you in those heels.” We walked into the bar we were meeting our dates at. It seems tacky, I know, but we live in a town that has minimal options for nightlife. My friend picked a bar that had a good DJ at least and a few pool tables if we chose to partake. Mark was shooting pool with my friend's date and I could see them laughing and some of the dread I felt started to melt away. We walked up and Amy’s date immediately saw us and walked up to her and lifted her in the air, giving her a big kiss. The look in their eyes and the smiles on their faces made my heart melt. I could see how much he was smitten with her. I laughed at their actions and stepped to the side to give them space. I didn’t see Mark at first sneak over to where I was standing. “Dean seems happy to see your friend I think.” I looked over at him and smiled, “Apparently so it would seem. My name is Jessie Vaughn, by the way, Amy speaks highly of you and wanted to introduce me to you, but apparently she is a bit busy.” I held out my hand awkwardly to shake hands since I have never been on a blind date. Mark humored me and grabbed my hand for a handshake, “Mark Bern, Dean’s best friend and partner in crime, nice to meet you.” He said with a smirk, then added, “While they are preoccupied can I grab you a drink?” We both laughed and hit it off and spent the remainder of the evening talking and were disappointed when the night ended. That was the start of our 8 years together. We dated, spent time with each other every moment that we could, and introduced each other to our families. Everything seemed perfect at the time, never in my life did I see today happening……..