Seven years.
For seven whole years, we’ve lived together, tried to build a life together. You wanted to try to have a baby, to have our own family already. I wasn’t ready, but you wanted a child so I agreed. Little did I know that, at seven months along, just a few months before I was to bring our baby out into the world, you would find another.
What’s worse, you got this other woman pregnant. What did you expect to gain from confessing? Do you expect me to forgive you in an instant? I love you, but it’s just too much. The shock of your confession wasn’t even the worst part. That the other woman knew full well that you were still in a committed relationship truly hurt. What if she were in my place? Would she want the man she planned to grow old with to find another woman and get her pregnant?
She even has the nerve to harass me, as if she has more right to you than me, who’s been by your side all these years. I put my life on hold to give you what you want, children, a family.
There are no words to describe the pain I feel. But I don’t even care about myself now. All I care about is that the stress of all of this doesn’t affect my baby. I trusted you. I didn’t think for a second that you would betray me. I was unaware that you were cheating for a year.
I choose to stay with you and you chose me. But this doesn’t erase all the heartbreak I feel. I ask the Lord why this had to happen, when I’ve accepted and prepared myself for motherhood. My mind and my heart are in constant conflict. It’s hard for me to see you each day. I don’t know if I can ever trust you again. When I look at you, all I see are your lies.
I hope I can find a way to heal, if not for me than for the sake of our baby.
This was shared in confidence by one of our loyal readers. Her identity has been kept anonymous upon her request.
*Republished with permission from theAsianparent Philippines