He said wives weren't invited. Now I know why.
My husband looked me in the eye and told me his college reunion was a guys' thing. No wives allowed. He said I'd be bored. He said it like he was doing me a favor.
So I watched Moana with our daughter and pretended I wasn't hurt.
Then I see the Instagram post. His arm around her. Her hand on his chest. Just like old times. Can't wait for next time.
Eight months. He's been sleeping with his college girlfriend for eight months — hotels, dinners, lies told to my face while I stood in our kitchen in a new dress asking if we could have a date night.
I thought the affair was the worst of it.
Then I found something worse.
He doesn't get a second chance. I'm going to make him pay.
