I've been on both sides of the fence
I cheated, I left, and years later I was the one betrayed. I know exactly what both sides feel like from the inside.
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Essays on marriage, infidelity, forgiveness, divorce, accountability and the stories we tell ourselves when we think the grass is greener.
I cheated, I left, and years later I was the one betrayed. I know exactly what both sides feel like from the inside.
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October 3, 2019. The book was #1. The keynote was done. The hotel room was empty. Ideas behind the book.
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Long before I did anything, I had already written the story that made doing it feel reasonable.
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I changed my address, my routine and the people around me. The one thing that came with me every time was myself.
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By the time anyone saw what I'd done, I had already been gone from the marriage for a long time.
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I wasn't comparing two lives. I was comparing a marriage on its worst week to a life that had never been asked to pay a bill.
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I had to learn one of these alone. The other took both of us, years, and proof I couldn't rush.
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I sat in counseling for years and wasn't always honest in the room. A counselor can only work with the marriage you actually bring them.
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I didn't decide to leave and then find support. I found support, and that's how I discovered I'd already decided.
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The reel ends at the moving truck. I found out the invoice keeps arriving for years, in every part of your life.
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I spent time assuming a legal ending would be the moment the weather changed. What I lived through taught me that the weather doesn't work that way.
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