For the next few days, he called and texted non-stop, begging me for forgiveness.
But I ignored every message. His family sided with me completely, which was a huge relief.
His sister even told me that when Ryan realized he had no options, he went to Kelsey’s house. Turns out, she wasn’t actually interested in living with him and shut the door in his face.
She’d allegedly just wanted to reveal the affair once and for all.
I still didn’t like her, but at least, she saved me from staying married to Ryan.
By Christmas, I’d filed for divorce, and my daughters and I spent the holidays at my mom’s house.
I was sad that my in-laws would no longer be my family, but we’d always be connected through my daughters.
The following year, we went through the legal process, and I got everything I wanted in the divorce.
Ryan only had the girls for two weekends a month. But he checked out after that and barely appeared in their lives.
Every once in a while, however, he sent me texts asking me to take him back.
By the next Thanksgiving, I was with a wonderful new man, who woke up earlier than me to prepare the feast. He was even a much better cook and took charge of the kitchen while I got to rest for the first time in years.
Months later, we were engaged, and let’s just say that Ryan didn’t take that well.
But that’s a story for another time.
I hope that anyone who reads this knows that betrayal will feel awful at that moment, but you have to realize that it can also hold the key to your freedom.
My holidays since I left Ryan only got better, and that’s what I want for anyone in my position.
Source: amomama
