26/03/2026
My husband has never hidden that he has another woman. He told me himself one night while we were sitting at the kitchen table, eating dinner. He said he had been seeing her for months, that he felt good with her, and that he didnāt want to lie to me anymore.
I thought it was a confession before leavingāthat he had already decided to go. But no. He said he didnāt know what to do. He didnāt want to lose the house, the routine, the familyā¦ but he didnāt want to leave her either.
That night, I cried so much that I ended up kneeling in front of him. Literally on my knees. I begged him not to leave me. I told him we could fix things, that he shouldnāt destroy everything we had built. I asked him what he needed to stay.
He stayed quiet for a long time, and then he said something that still echoes in my head:
āI canāt stop seeing her.ā
And in my desperation, I told him not to leave her thenā¦ but not to leave me either.
From that moment, something beganāalmost a year ago.
He leaves the house three or four times a week, saying exactly where heās going. He doesnāt lie. He says, āIām going to her,ā like heās going to the grocery store. Sometimes he stays there until dawn. Other times he sleeps there and comes back in the morning, showers, eats breakfast, and goes to work like nothing happened.
And I keep doing the same things. I cook his food, wash his clothes, organize the house. There are days when he even talks about her in front of me.
He says she cooks well. He likes the way she listens. She doesnāt argue with him.
Once, he left his phone on the table while he was bathing, and a video call came in. It was her. I didnāt answer, but when he came out, I told him someone had called. He answered in front of me, casually, like she was a co-worker. He laughed, told her he would see her at night, and hung up.
Six months ago, things got worse. He started splitting the weekends. One Saturday he stays home, the next he goes to her. When heās with me, he acts like a husbandāwe watch TV, eat together, sleep in the same bed. When heās not, I know exactly where he is.
One time, he came back with a bag of new clothes. I asked if they were for me. He said noāthey were a gift for her because it was her birthday.
My family found out because my sister saw him at a mall, walking hand in hand with the other woman. She called me immediately. I already knew, but I still confronted him.
He admitted it. He didnāt even try to apologize. He just said he had never promised to stop seeing herāthat I had accepted that condition.
We spent Christmas together in December. We had dinner, made a toast, and opened gifts. At midnight, he left. He said he wanted to spend some time with her too because she was waiting for him. He changed his shirt, put on his perfume, and walked out.
I stayed behind, clearing the dishes, listening to fireworks from the window.
A month ago, I asked him if he planned to keep living like this forever. He said he didnāt knowāthat this is how things are for now, and that I knew what I had accepted.
That same week, I accompanied him to a work family gathering. No one mentioned anything. Everyone greeted me as usual, like nothing was happening.
And so we go on. He lives between two homes. I am still here.
I accept this out of love. I wish people could understand me.
