December 7th, 2010- the 69th anniversary of Pearl Harbor, but I will always remember it as the day that I found out my husband was cheating on me. We have had our share of problems lately. He had been going through my cell phone every night. I could tell because it was in a different spot than where I left it. I wondered what he was looking for, but didn't really mind because I didn't have anything to hide. December 7th at 5am, I woke up to use the bathroom. His phone was on the counter. I read some texts messages. There was a conversation between him and a girl (whom he called sexy) about having to hurry because he was supposed to be "Christmas shopping". I confronted him and he (of course) said he didn't have sex with her, he just "held her for a while". I was super upset and we had an hour long discussion. Then I went to go blow my nose. In the bathroom. Where his phone was. I looked farther back to see how long he'd been seeing this girl, and I find ANOTHER girl, and explicit texts about sex. I opened the door and asked him about the 2nd girl. He said that he's been friends with her for a long time. I asked if he'd been having sex with her for a long time. No response. I told him I wanted a divorce and closed the door. He came in after me (he had broken the lock some time ago). He was sorry, it was only because he needed affection, he really wished it was me, I have to see where he's coming from, blah, blah, blah. He wants to try now. NOW he wants to go to counseling and NOW he can go without sex. NOW he loves me and wants to be with me forever. I have never been so hurt in my life.
I think that I've decided to leave him. We're waiting until after the holidays to tell the kids. We are going to have to short sale (or foreclose) our house. I can't fogive him. He kicked me when I was down. He kicked me HARD. Who does that?
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