I forgave my husband for cheating
When I found out about my husband’s affair, I thought the worst was over. For six months, I had cried and raged, but I was finally starting to feel a glimmer of hope. And that’s when he made an off-handed remark about visiting a strip club.
Huh? My husband didn’t go to strip clubs.
I took off my wedding ring, put it on the table between us and told him calmly and quietly, “You are going to tell me everything.”
Not only was there the one affair. There were dozens of “encounters.” He was, he told me, a sex addict.
It’s a good thing my husband isn’t in politics. If he were, I might have found myself in Huma Abedin’s shoes. The wife of NYC mayoral contender Anthony Weiner is being scrutinized for her decision to stick with her husband through his sexting scandal. But I was lucky, because I was able to make my decision privately, able to deflect a widespread consensus that any wife should leave her cheating scumbag of a husband.
Like Abedin, I married a cheater. And so far, I’ve determined to stay.