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The Faux Commute

9 Responses

  1. bechanson says:

    Thanks, I’m reading it!

  2. maryfran03 says:

    I remember facing the truth of the life I was living. The truth that the marriage I wanted, was not the marriage I had. And I remember finally standing up and saying no to the cycle of abuse. https://maryfran03.wordpress.com/post-archives/no-more-secrets/

  3. kayjcee2014 says:

    I remember when my then husband admitted that he had been getting up, getting dressed in his work uniform and leaving for ‘work’. When in reality, he was just up the road, waiting for me to leave for work, so he could come back home, change into his sweats and spend the day in the recliner. What a heartbreaking betrayal from a man I had shared 34 years with, I still have trouble believing that he could so blatantly lie to me and keep up this lie while I was working overtime to help keep up with the bills.

  4. Vicky Clinard says:

    This truly made me look at somethings I do. I’m sure many people hide themselves this way.

  5. Coffee Hunter says:

    I’m still with the same man who lied to me 7 years ago whilst I was pregnant with our second child. I suffered so much during a 3 hour commute I did 6 days a week. It was almost impossible to do because of the complications in my pregnancy but I did it all the while thinking my partner of 17 years at the time (it’s been 24 years as of yesterday) was slaving away at work but he wasn’t, infact, he was hanging out with mates everyday for the entire pregnancy. He could have driven me to work (which would have been 30mins in a car to the city instead of 1.5 hours each way on public transport where I would vomit at the mere smell of any food) and that would have been enough to stop the severe hardship on me. Once I found out and confronted him, he didn’t seem to have much compassion, it was all about him.

    I’m here because of the betrayals (plural) I’ve experienced by him. Unlike you I’m not under the impression everything is OK though because this started back in 1991 when he lied about owning a house which really belong to his dad and swore black and blue it was his for years upon years but could never ever product any evidence to prove it.

    I’m wondering if I’m going to figure out in a few years that he actually has another family somewhere (although he never travels without me).

    He is a wonderful father to my daughters but a lying asswipe husband.

    Thank you for your blog, it gives me such relief and makes me feel less alone.

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