This is My story...
 
     I loved my husband. Looking back, maybe I loved him a little too much. Definitely more than I loved myself. How do I know? Because six weeks before our wedding I found out that there was another woman.
     Devastated, I called him crying, trying to understand why. He said that he did it to try and get it all (by all I assume “the cheating”) out of his system so that he wouldn’t cheat once we were married. 
I knew then, in my heart, that his cheating would continue for a lifetime. But I was determined to keep the love I thought I found. I was so eager to hold on to that love that I told him, “I forgive you and we will get past this.” 
     Sadly, that wasn’t the last time I spoke those words. 
     So, again… this is my story. What holds true, or at least the truth that I’m trying to convey is illustrated in the message of this allegory. A message that so many women need to hear. A message outlined in the following fact that, as you read, you will feel this in your very soul:
     BECAUSE I was aware of my husband’s cheating during our engagement and set no boundaries or consequences; I gave him permission and consent to continue it during our marriage. I didn’t walk away, and I should have. As a result, ten years later I’m still struggling with my sanity and choices.  
 
     Don’t be me.