So, about six months ago, my friend Claire’s husband left her, and I did my best to be there for her during that rough patch. But over the past month, she started acting a bit distantlike she couldn’t be bothered to keep in touch. I was genuinely worried about how she was holding up, so I decided to pop round and see how she was doing.
When I turned up, Claire greeted me rather half-heartedly, looking pretty down in the dumps. She was busy stirring something on the hob in the kitchen, so I tried to break the ice by complimenting how great her dinner smelled. She just mumbled a quick thanks, said something was burning, and darted back into the kitchen.
While I was sitting in the living room, my own husband rang to say he’d be stuck late at work again, which, to be fair, wasn’t anything new these days. Oddly enough, that was around the same time Claire had stopped talking to me about her personal lifeshe used to never stop sharing all the details.
Then, right after I hung up with my husband, Claires phone rang. It was sitting right there next to me, and I noticed my husband’s name flash up on the screen. Without even thinking, I picked it up. Sure enough, it was him. And he was speaking to Claire in the softest tone, telling her hed be round soon as he missed her terribly.
That’s when it hit methe awful truth. All along, my friend Claire had been sleeping with my husband behind my back. I was totally gutted, but at the same time, I felt this huge weight lift off my shoulders. I didnt need to put up any longer with my lazy husband, who barely worked, brought in next to nothing, and relied on me for absolutely everything.
I later decided to see just how long my husband would last living with Claire. Turns out, after six months together, she booted him out. He actually thought I’d just take him back, but I stood my ground and told him to leave for good. Now Im loving life without all that toxic drama weighing me down.
