Still searching through phone records. I woke up realizing that he was late to dinner one night, sitting in his car in the parking lot on a “work” call. I checked the records and, sure enough, it was her. I was sitting at a f***ing restaurant while our kids were at playcare waiting for him while he finished a conversation with her.
I wish I could delete the old phone records. They are causing me unnecessary stress and massive anxiety. I cant stop looking, though. I can stop filling in the blanks. I have a spreadsheet set up with every single phone number he has called and who it belongs to. The numbers that I have not confirmed owners for have notes next to them so, when/if I do figure out who it is, I can call him on it. I am waiting to catch him in another lie. That’s what my life has become. Sitting, waiting for him to cheat on me again.
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