The texts between my husband and his pretty, blue-eyed coworker referred to me as ‘the b*tch.’ Here’s what I did next.
At first, my brother and I were glad that our lonely father, in his 80s, had found a gal pal. Then he bought a big house, moved her in and changed his will.
Back then I was too timid to speak up, fearful of getting hurt even more. I bottled up my feelings so my life could go on.
If I hadn’t ignored them, I could have confronted him before encounters between him and his coworker went from innocent to physical.
How could I miss the red flags? Here’s what I’ll never do again.
He strayed. I stayed. But I refuse to be played.
The signs I missed. The shocking discovery. The courage it took to leave, heal and find love.
“It’s not personal. It’s business,” she would say each time I learned she’d undermined my progress on a shared project or badmouthed me to our boss. Here’s how I put the drama and stress behind me.
I’ve got two choices: cheat — or turn up the heat.
I noticed my brown beauty racing toward the car, panic-stricken and panting. She slammed the door shut, flashing wide-eyed fear...