
I spent more than 15 years with the person I thought I would grow old with.
We built a marriage, a home, a family and a life with two children I adore.
Then his affair blew open the life I thought I understood.
I'd always thought cheating meant leaving.
Until leaving meant dismantling my actual family.
I still loved him.
I still loved what we'd built.
And I still wondered whether our marriage could become good again.
So I watched. I replayed. I analyzed.
I waited for him to make me feel secure enough to stay while noticing everything that suggested maybe I shouldn't.
Eventually I realized:
I wanted to feel good regardless of what he was doing.
I couldn't control what he did next.
But I could start changing what his choices were doing to my mind.