I falsely accepted what happened, my husband’s infidelity
and the child that came from it. I tried
to move forward supporting him in his effort to be in his child’s life. I asked him to keep his growing relationship
with his daughter at a distance, on his own time, without me. But as time continued moving, I stood still,
my mind and soul still trying to recover from the heartache. My attempt to recover failed in the therapist’s
office as the phony demeanor deterred me.
Most days if not all, I cried- alone.
At work, the single, self-locking bathroom became my sanctuary,
somewhere I could flee to when I could no longer pretend life was good. So many times I remember standing in there,
crying, trying to get myself together and refreshing my makeup, putting on a façade. No one had any idea what I was going through,
I was always smiling, so work focused, on the surface. But deep down, I looked at those strangers
who I seen as enemies and I wondered, maybe she is the one.. or her.. or that
one. I had to begin my healing process
to get past this ugly, hate filled thing growing within. Every day was a struggle and on top of it
all, wondering, who is she?
In his efforts to build a relationship with his daughter, my
husband of course communicated with her mother to coordinate pick up and drop
off locations. It was understandable to
me, expected, but I despised it.
Normally he would coordinate visits on his own time but I happen to be
in the room when a call had been made.
He was to pick up his daughter at her daycare and her mother would be
there, too. As my husband explains that
he will be leaving I could not resist the opportunity to rid my mind of so many
unanswered questions about her. “I’m
going too.” No, no, no… he did not want
that and I did not care. I was clear, I
was going and there was no way in hell he was going to stop me. The drive was long, I was so anxious to see
her, to meet her. He was tense, nervous,
concerned that I was going to do something stupid, but I was confident. I finally can get this part past me, no more
wondering, no more suspecting this person or that person, no more hatred, no
more enemies.
As I waited in the car for them I
imagined what was going on in the daycare; so much time had passed after my husband went in, did she not want to come out? Is their daughter not ready? Are they talking? Talking about what? So many thoughts as I waited intently in the
car. Finally the door opens. My husband walks out carrying a bag and she
follows behind, holding their 3 year old daughter in her arms. I stared at her as she walked towards the
car, giving her time to make her way closer before I act. As she approaches the vehicle I open my car
door and walk towards her offering my hand in an attempt to be civil. My demeanor is strong, confident and
eager. I shook her hand “It is finally
nice to meet you” I said. Her hand shake
revealed so much to me, I, for a moment felt pity for her. And at that moment I found closure, I
did not heal, but I woke up from those trivial thoughts that wasted my time.
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