Christmas morning stopped cold when my five-year-old opened a gift and yelled that his “other mom” had kept her promise. My husband went pale. He knew exactly who she was — and the longer he hesitated, the more I realized this wasn’t a misunderstanding.My husband and I had been together for six years. We had one child, a five-year-old boy called Simon.Life wasn’t perfect, but it felt stable and predictable.
There had been small cracks, of course. Every marriage has them.There were moments when my husband seemed distracted, distant, but I didn’t think they were red flags… I was wrong.I really should’ve paid more attention after the babysitter fiasco from earlier that year.See, we’d been drifting for a while, so we started having weekly date nights to reignite our spark.
