My alarm goes off. It's 5:30 a.m. The buzzing rings through my head. Is a "crying hangover" a real thing? The affects are much the same as a night of hard drinking: headache, stomachache, sore eyes, woozy, tired. I roll out of bed and get into the shower. I don't wash anything... I just sob and let my tears get lost in the water. I get out, rub the steam off the mirror. My face is swollen, red, splotchy. I look like I've aged 10 years in one week. My body glares back at me in the reflection... I hate it. I hate my hair, my figure, my height, my weight, my eye color. I hate things I used to love about myself. I get dressed and peek out the bedroom door. He is gone, no longer sleeping on the couch. Must've gone to work already. I'm glad. I don't want to look at him.
I go to work as well. I don't eat anything. I don't really accomplish anything. I avoid looking in mirrors even though there are many of them in my line of work. I smile at everyone. Can they tell my eyelids are swelled up ten sizes larger than normal? No. I don't let on that anything is wrong. Something comes to mind and I have to go to the restroom because I begin crying again. I wipe the mascara away and trudge on. I hate him.
I get off work. He's home. We fight and all I can think is how I don't want to be near him. So, I drive. I don't know where I'm going. I end up at the beach...quite the drive. I sit by the water and bawl. The images and conversations I found flow through my mind. I am Sherlock Holmes, and my findings have crushed me and made my life feel like a lie. I have asked all the questions, made all the demands. He wants to "fix" this. I wanted to smash his computer into 3 million pieces. Hundreds of women now feel wedged between us and our once happy relationship.
First find: 3 months ago. A sexual email exchange between him and an ex girlfriend. He claimed it was an isolated incident due to boredom. He is angry I looked on his computer but gives me his passwords because he has "nothing to hide".
Second find: Many sexual email exchanges between him and ex-flings/girlfriends (that happened so long ago I'm amazed they are still in contact) that span the length of our whole relationship. He cries and says he doesn't know what's wrong with him but deletes that account... Its Myspace. What is a grown man doing on Myspace anyways? I begin hating everything computer related. Including his job.
Third find: P. Lots of P. Women who look nothing like me. He gets mad I'm "snooping on his computer".
Forth find: E-mail exchanges between him and strangers he found online... exchanging pictures, videos, words, picture swaps of me and other men's wives, suggesting they meet places, cybersex...and so on. I threaten to leave. I mean it.
He promises to do anything to fix this. I don't know how he can. The things I have found are burned in my memory. I feel ugly. I feel deceived. I feel like our whole relationship was a fake... his double life has ruined all of our near-future plans. What do I do?
We install a "watch" on his computers. I'm the accountability partner. We buy books and workbooks. We talk and talk. I scream and cry. He makes promises I know he can't keep.
I wish I had stayed naive to it all in a lot of ways. I wish I had my old life back. I want to wake up, look over, see his face, and feel loved.
































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