Family Sunday. The kids woke up and we had breakfast, went to church and hung out with his family. His mother is still in town (until tomorrow morning) and we invited his brother and his family to our house to swim and have dinner. It was nice, I’ll admit, to pretend that nothing was wrong especially since he was so affectionate and loving that I had a few brief moments during the day where I felt almost a little happy. Unfortunately, those moments were few and fleeting. It gave me hope, though. Maybe as the days go on, I will gradually feel better, have longer and more frequent moments of happiness and maybe, just maybe, go a whole day without imagining their naked, sweaty bodies bumping up against one another while they orgasm and his fluids rush into her body instead of mine. An entire day without thoughts of his love confessions to her and of his chosing to be with her over me. 24 hours without moments of realizations about the absolute lie that my life was for two months. One day without wondering if I chose the wrong man.
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