My world fell apart when I found a strange note in my husband Curtis’s planner. A Google search showed that the numbers “34-28-34” and “black and crimson” were not what they seemed to be. Are these measures for something bad?
I’ve never understood why Curtis loved watching birds so much. It made me suspicious that he didn’t want to let me go on trips with him or to falconry events with him. I chose to follow him into the woods that day.
As I followed behind, bugs flying all around me, I caught him with another woman. The truth hit me like a tonne of bricks. Curtis was deeply involved in a web of lies, so this wasn’t a light-hearted affair.
As the probe went on, more entries in his planner were found. Each one described a new victory. What a huge amount of cheating he did. I felt lied to, and my heart was torn between sadness and anger.
But I wouldn’t let Curtis’s acts define who I am. Instead, I got proof by writing down everything I did and talked to a lawyer. The divorce process started, but I put on a brave face for the sake of our twin girls.
Curtis was so bold that he planned another tryst without realising that a storm was coming. I was ready for this time. I let out all of my feelings when I saw him with the new woman.
What happened next was quick and clear. By the end, I had full control over our girls, our home, and most of our assets. Even though it hurt, I was glad I found out what Curtis was really like before spending any more time with someone who could betray me so easily.
After the fact, the signs were there, but they were hidden. But love can make us not see the truth. I have to put myself back together again, smarter and stronger.
