I have a very happy family, there’re 3 of us. My husband, Jake, 40, and my daughter Hailey, 5, are the dearest people in my life. I’ve always been proud of my exclusively strong bond with my spouse. Our marriage seemed to be a subject of envy for many people, because we had this solid trust between us and hardly ever argued about anything.
Our child was being raised in love and care and always had a good example of what a happy family relationship should look like. This fairy tale lasted for a long time, but one day it turned out to be a huge lie and a cruelly deceitful illusion of mine.
Recently, I noticed our 5-year-old daughter, Hailey, struggling with something in the next room. ‘Mommy, help!’ she asked. I found her fiddling with my husband’s desk drawer. It was locked. We opened it and, to my shock and disgust, I saw a huge stack of letters in there, the one lying on top was marked with a ‘heart’ sign. And the handwriting wasn’t mine.
I had never noticed Jake keeping anything locked in his room before. To me, such a conspiracy seemed so weird, and I instantly felt sick, intuitively feeling that something very bad was going to happen.
I heard my daughter saying, ‘Daddy said it’s private. I saw him putting these letters in here, he was even kissing them, mommy!’
My heart skipped a beat when I recognized my mother’s handwriting on the letter which was lying on top of the pile. ‘Go play outside, my precious,’ I said to Hailey, trying to keep my trembling voice steady. After my daughter left, I started reading the letters.
None of them were just friendly notes or something. They were passionately elaborated love letters from my mother, Laura. In each and every letter, my beloved mom was begging my husband to leave me for her. I felt nauseated, I nearly fainted.
And after I calmed down just a little, I had a plan coming to my mind.
I decided to pen a fake letter from Jake to my mother. In this letter I suggested her to meet at a nearby restaurant, and then I sent this letter with a courier. My own plan gave me a feeling of satisfaction, I wanted to make sure my husband was cheating on me, and I wanted to say a word to my own mother.
The next day, I came to the restaurant early and found a detached spot to watch from without being seen. Mom walked in a bit later, she was smiling brightly and radiated happiness. I then stood up from my place and approached her.
She was shocked to see me, she went pale instantly. But she quickly regained her composure, and asked me what I was doing there. I told her that I knew everything about her letters to my husband and, to my deepest shock, my mother smiled and said that she was happy that I found out about ‘their love.’
Then, she said that my husband deserved better than me. She insisted that I’m lazy, unattractive and not worthy of my husband, while she was the right match for him. I didn’t interrupt her, and when she finished her speech, I stood up and asked one single question. I asked her about how long they both were deceiving me. She replied, ‘10 years.’
I left the restaurant with tears in my eyes, but at that very moment I felt free. I didn’t talk to my husband; I took Hailey and silently moved out. He’s called me probably a hundred times, but I don’t want to listen to him. Am I right to do so? Or shall I give him a chance to explain his nasty affair with my own mother?
Source: Brightside
