anger into writing

That first night that I found out, I begged him to tell me the truth. I didn't want to spend my life not knowing where my husband was the way his first wife did. "I deserve the truth. Don't hide from me the way you did to her." Well, he did what I wished... he hid from me even more than he did from her. For her, it was a year of a job she didn't know about, unless he lied to me. For me it was a minimum of at least 3 years of fucking other people. God did he make me look like a complete idiot. Even more for staying.