When I was a little girl, I believed in fairy tales. I thought you could meet your Prince Charming and live happily ever after. Then my fairy tale turned into a "fairy" tale. I discovered my husband was gay and had been having gay affairs for the past four years.
Almost two years ago I visited my attorney for the second time and signed a contract to hire her to represent me in a divorce action. Five months prior, I had stumbled across emails on my husband's computer that had led me to believe he'd been living a secret life. A secret homosexual life.
As much as I didn't want to believe it, and as hard as I tried to deny it, the evidence I discovered could only mean one thing: my husband was gay and he'd been having affairs with men for at least four years prior to my discovery.
That discovery began a two-year journey of self-discovery, the stages of grief, finding others in my same situation and realizing I wasn't going crazy. I also called another friend and asked for the name of a good counselor.
I am divorced now, and the road to the divorce was not an easy one.
This blog will tell my story and how I've tried to emerge from the situation as a whole person.