Instincts tell us something’s wrong. Evidence turns that feeling into fact.
It was around 1 a.m. I’d just fed my three‑month‑old and put him back to sleep. My husband came into our bedroom—he’d been working late. Inside me, a storm was brewing: I had been waiting all day for answers.
I needed to know: Who was she? And why was he following her?
He paused over our son, gave him a soft kiss, and headed for the bathroom. In that moment, I hoped he would look at me too—a hug, anything. But nothing.
I stopped him at the door. “I have to ask you something,” I said.
He turned, poker-faced as always. Exhausted from work but unreadable. I took a breath: “Why are you following her on…” I began.
Before I could finish, he snapped: “You don’t trust me! This is all you do. As a wife you have to trust your husband!”.
But I did trust him. I had trusted him with my heart, my mind, and my soul. Yet he’d broken it. Does he even see that?
In the swirl of our argument, he suddenly slammed his forehead into mine. I recoiled, heart pounding. He yelled: “Don’t you have a brain? Is this the time for this?”
Pain and numbness washed over me. A warm trickle rolled down my nose and lips—I ran to the bathroom.
As I looked in the mirror, blood was running down my lips, onto my hands and to the floor. He followed, pressed toilet paper to my nose, cleaned the blood on the floor, and said nothing more.
Was it an accident? He was tired, I had cornered him… Maybe it was my fault?
As I sat bleeding on the bathroom floor, a wave of confusion and shame hit me. It wasn’t the first time either—it’d happened exactly a year ago. Only difference, this time I bled.
I just wonder why do people marry when they don’t understand commitment? Maybe this is normal now. Maybe I expect too much. But wasn’t that one of our vows? To be faithful?
I cleaned up quickly, wanting to curl up under my blanket as if this were all a bad dream—except I couldn’t bring myself to climb into bed with him. He was already fast asleep there with our son. So instead, I lay on the floor, my tears finally spilling free.
It was probably my fault anyway.
