Worthy, loyal, and loving in every way, that’s who I thought my husband was, I was wrong. He’s a lying, manipulative, cheater. He ruined me in every way possible, I can’t believe he did this to me. I keep saying to myself, “why me?” I’ve done nothing wrong, except for love this man and be a good wife. When I saw my sister in the same bed as my husband, my heart ripped out of my body and the blood inside me boiled even my face was redder than a tomato. I thought our marriage was meant to be like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that need each other to make the big picture. I thought we were happy, until, oh just until, I found out John was cheating on me with my sister, Maribel.
That night I was coming home from an extremely hard day at work and I was ready to go home to my favorite person and just go to sleep. As I was unlocking and opening my front door, it seemed awfully quiet, but I didn’t think much of it. I walked upstairs hoping to see John asleep waiting for me, I notice that the door is locked, so I dig into my purse and grab the keys to unlock the door, and you would not believe what I saw. I saw Maribel and John together in MY bed. I was lost for words, my eyes wanted to go blind and forget everything I saw, but I just kept staring at them, staring at me. Tears streaming down my face, my eyes were puffy to where I couldn’t even see where I was going anymore. I didn’t know what to do or say, and so I closed the door and ran to my car and I took off fairly fast, not knowing where I was going exactly. I didn’t cry, and I don’t know exactly why I didn’t cry, but I just didn’t. My eyes locked with the road in front of me, the radio wasn’t on and I turned off my phone, everything in the world just went into complete silence.
I haven’t spoken to John or Maribel in a couple weeks now, which they should know that trying to talk to me isn’t such a good idea right now. I moved in with my best friend, and when John was at work, I went by the house and got all of my things. I had a lot of time to think about that night John cheated on me, and I realized that I needed to get myself together and know that I am worth more and I deserve better.  I don’t know when I want to talk to John, but I am planning to get a divorce. My sister knew what she was doing, but the sad thing is, she let it happen, she let me feel like I was a piece a trash on the side of the road.  How can my own blood and sister do this to me? They both did something that can never be forgotten or forgiven.
John and I are finally divorced. I can start fresh again. John says he that he is sorry for what he has put me through and he never meant to hurt me, but I knew that all along he wasn’t happy in our marriage. I know he isn’t sorry for cheating, he’s sorry that he got caught. I will admit that for a while I will miss John, but I know that it’s for the best. Maribel has tried to contact me several times now, but I decline every call and text I get from her, I’m just not ready to speak to her yet. It’s harder for me to talk to her and see her because she is family, the one person who isn’t supposed to backstab me or do me wrong by any means.
It’s been several months now, and I feel great. I’ve never felt more alive in my life. There are still times where I replay that night over again in my head, I want to forget. I cleared things up with Maribel, I decided to still not talk to her for a while, but hopefully down the road I will. Maribel is always going to be my sister my sister and I’m doing to love her, but there’s always going to be that part of me inside that is never going to look at her the same. John is living his life, he has called to see how I am doing and things of that sort, but I don’t see anything between us ever again. For once, I am free.