I\u2019m pregnant with baby number two, and I thought the emotional rollercoaster people warned me about was just an old superstition. Turns out, it wasn\u2019t the pregnancy stirring emotions\u2014it was my husband.<\/p>\n
For most of this pregnancy, I just wanted to stay in my blanket cocoon, binge-watch TV, and snack. But my best friend, Ava, insisted I get out. She dragged me to a pottery class, and that\u2019s when things went sideways.<\/p>\n
While painting, a woman at the class told a story about her boyfriend, Malcolm, who had left her on the 4th of July to be with his family when his sister-in-law went into labor. She mentioned the baby\u2019s name\u2014Tess. That\u2019s when my world tilted. Tess was my daughter\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
I had to ask, “Wait, your boyfriend\u2019s name is Malcolm?” The woman confirmed it. Then I showed her a photo of Malcolm with me and Tess. She realized Malcolm was her son\u2019s father too. He\u2019d been cheating on me the whole time.<\/p>\n
I confronted Malcolm, and he admitted to everything. Our marriage was shattered, and now I\u2019m navigating divorce, focusing on creating a better life for my kids.<\/p>\n
Ava helped me to the car, and I said, \u201cI\u2019m done with him.\u201d And I meant it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"