It all started in October 2016. My partner began talking to someone I used to know from my past on Facebook. We were not friends anymore; we were just connected on the Facebook.
At first, I thought it was innocent, but things changed fast. He started hiding things, deleting messages, and calling her while I was at work.
He even hung a sheet in the living room so I could not see what he was doing on the computer. By March 2017, my mom’s health was getting worse, and my parents decided to move in with my sister in Georgia. He suggested we move too, to be closer to her.
I thought it might be a beginning. I moved first, found a job, and stayed with my family while looking for a home. Then everything came crashing down.
I went back to Pennsylvania to get our daughter, and while we were out for ice cream, she said something that broke me. She mentioned a woman who had stayed at our place and even slept in our bed. That is how I found out about the affair.
For the next few months, I was not sure what to do. Then I learned the other woman was pregnant with her baby boy. She even chose the same name he and I had picked out years ago. I was hurt, angry, and confused, but I still was not ready to walk away.
We moved to Virginia for another try. Things seemed better. He was kind again, picking flowers for me and talking about having another child.
I was unsure, but he pressured me. I eventually agreed. Getting pregnant was not easy. I had to go through multiple rounds of Closed. Then in December 2017, I finally got a positive test.At my second doctor visit, I was informed that I had Courtesy of J. Lynne. He worried about money, about raising two babies. After a while, he went back to other women and told me, figure things out. I began to think about adoption.
I did everything on my own, finding the agency, doing the interview, and getting Reddy to have the babies. He made me get rid of every baby item in the house. I donated it all. At 36 weeks, I went into labor.
I had an emergency C-section. The twins were tiny, just under 4 lbs., and went to the NICU. I stayed in the hospital alone but knew adoption was the best choice. Their adoptive family was kind and supportive.
A year later, I left him for our good. Then, I met someone new who cares about me and loves me deeply. Now, I get up.
