I was talking to my husband on the phone and didn’t hang up in time. I was driving, so it was inconvenient. When I heard the phrase after my “goodbye,” I felt sick to my stomach. In short, my husband never hangs up the phone himself. Pressing the red button has always been my job in our family.
From the sound, I realized that he hadn’t put the phone in his pocket. I could hear his voice—loud and clear.
– Well, my little birds! Since you waited for me to finish my call, now I’m all yours. Come here!
After these words, I heard some rustling on the other end. There were no other voices, just strange sounds and a soft shuffling noise.
I pulled into a parking lot and tried to collect myself. It hurt so much. Ten years of marriage. A school-aged son. Everything we had was built together, through hard work. What was I supposed to do?
I had never checked up on my husband because I completely trusted him. I believed that relationships should be based on trust. I was always honest with him and thought he was loyal to me. And there were no “red flags.” But now—this.
I decided to talk to a psychologist first before confronting my husband. I needed to get a grip on my emotions because I couldn’t handle this on my own. I consulted two specialists. Each had their own opinion. Completely opposite ones.
The first psychologist was a man. From his attitude alone, I could tell that he needed therapy more than I did. He told me:
– Don’t you know it’s wrong to eavesdrop on private conversations? Why didn’t you hang up immediately?
Somehow, I ended up being the one at fault for what was happening in my marriage. He advised me to forget the conversation and try to start over. Otherwise, divorce was inevitable.
It was like he didn’t even understand why I was there. On top of that, he claimed I needed at least ten sessions to “stabilize my emotional health.” Even though, to be honest, I looked healthier and more put together than he did.
I said goodbye and left. I knew I couldn’t work with someone like that.
The second psychologist was a woman. She said:
– If you’re not willing to just forget and move on, then you don’t have to let this go without finding out the truth. But you need to prepare yourself—your husband’s reaction might not be what you expect. He could pack his things and leave. Are you ready for that?
– I’m ready! – I answered firmly.
I told my husband everything. I was prepared for an emotional explosion and a divorce, already dividing up our assets in my head and considering whether I would let my son see his father.
– Darling, what are you talking about? I work on a farm. I was feeding the chickens. When you called, I was in the henhouse, – my husband replied.
Should I believe him or not? He really is a farmer. But what if he’s lying?
