The Day I Realised I Lived with a Monster
For eleven years, I believed I had a familya wife, two children, a home, a life that, from the outside, looked perfectly ordinary. We had dinner together, managed daily chores, attended the childrens school events. A flawless routine.
But deep down, I knew something was wrong.
Somewhere along the way, my wife and I had stopped being a couple. We werent partners, lovers, or even enemies. Just two strangers sharing a house, bound only by routine. We didnt argue, but we didnt talk either. Our conversations had become mechanicalbills, groceries, the childrens schedules.
And I grew used to it. Because it was easy.
Until I met her.
A different woman. Warm, alive, full of energy. A woman who looked at me as if I were the only man in the world. I tried to lie to myself, to call it a passing infatuation, a fleeting whim.
But the fire inside me wouldnt fade.
Soon, she became my refuge, my escape from a life that suffocated me. We hid, stealing moments together. And for the first time in years, I felt alive.
But secrets dont stay buried forever. One evening, after we made love, she looked into my eyes and said:
“I wont stay hidden forever. Either were truly together, or this ends now.”
Her words echoed in my mind for days. I knew I couldnt delay the inevitable any longer.
**The Conversation That Shattered My Life**
That night, after the children were asleep, I walked into the kitchen and sat at the table. My wife was there, scrolling through her phone, barely acknowledging me.
I cleared my throat.
“We need to talk.”
She sighed and glanced up, bored.
“I cant live like this anymore,” I said. “I dont love you. I havent for a long time. I want a new life. But Ill always be there for the children.”
I expected screaming, tears, accusations.
What she did was far worse.
She said nothing. Slowly, she stood, walked to the hall cupboard, and pulled out two large suitcases.
Then she dropped them in front of me.
“Take them,” she said, her voice icy.
I blinked, confused.
“I dont need that much. A rucksack will do.”
Then she smiled. But it wasnt sad, or angry. It was strange, calculated, full of a satisfaction I didnt understand.
“You said youd take care of the children, didnt you?” she whispered. “Then Ill pack their things too. From now on, youre the family.”
My breath caught.
“What what are you saying?”
She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, studying me as if waiting for me to crumble.
“Im done with this life. Ive been a good wife. Ive sacrificed enough. Now its my turn. Ill find someone else. And without the children, itll be much easier.”
I froze.
“Youre joking,” I said quietly.
She laughedshort, sharp.
“You thought I didnt know? That I hadnt noticed you coming home late? That you barely looked at me? I knew. Ive always known. I was just waiting for the right moment.”
She pulled out her phone, typed a message, then smiledbut not at me.
In that moment, I understood.
I thought I was the one making the choices. But she had already decided for both of us. I was playing chess, but she had moved the queen and left me with no moves left.
**Trapped in a Nightmare I Cant Wake From**
And now Im here.
One woman is demanding a choice. Another has already made it for me.
Do I take my children and knock on my lovers door, hoping she wont turn me away? Or do I stay in this house thats no longer mine, with the woman who just showed me her darkest face?
I dont know the right answer.
Maybe there isnt one.
But one thing I know for certain.
For eleven years, I thought I knew my wife.
Tonight, I realised Id been living with a monster.
