One Monday morning in April, my husband told me that he hadn't really missed me while I was gone for 2 weeks visiting my parents and sibling for Easter and that he was no longer in love with me. He said something was missing for him in our marriage and that he was done. My life as I knew it was over. I had had no idea of what he had planned to do. I was devastated beyond words. I seriously felt that it was happening to someone else. As he was talking, I kept thinking that at any minute I would wake up from this nightmare and he would hold me in his arms and tell me that everything would be ok and I would be safe. But it didn't happen. He was done. Didn't want to reconcile and didn't want counseling. He said, "We are in our 40s, we are not going to change." One minute I had thought I was happily married, the next I was tossed away like a rag doll that someone had grown out of. I knew in my heart that he had fallen for someone else. He denied it but everything screamed that he had a girlfriend or a mistress. I was replaced. He said he would always love me but he didn't love me the way a husband should love a wife. He left for work and I sobbed. I had no tears left by the afternoon. I felt that everything I had dreamed about, loved for and held dear had been torn to pieces and thrown out with the trash.

My blog

This blog is born out of the need to have a voice. To be heard. To think out loud and try to find some sense in the mess that has become my life. I was the faithful and loyal wife who loved my husband more than life itself for 19 years and in an instant, my foundation was torn away from underneath me. I literally felt that I was drowning, desperately trying to find a platform to rest on as my dreams for the future were shattered to pieces along with my aching heart. I hope that the blog will bring me comfort as I journey on. I take comfort in my faith and I know that I am not the sum of the blows that life has dealt me as of late. That I am strong and have perseverance to see the sun shine again on the other side of the hurt and deceit. This is my story.