Every weekend, my husband took our kids to his parents, or so I thought. My MIL and I have a tense relationship, so I stayed home. Two days ago, she called, furious, saying she hadn’t seen the kids in four months. Confused, I realized my husband, Radu, wasn’t taking them to his parents but somewhere else.
When confronted, Radu claimed he was helping his cousin, but the story didn’t add up. Eventually, he admitted he’d been taking our kids to Sorina, a woman he’d been seeing for over a year. The kids thought it was just playdates, but my son, Luca, sensed more. Devastated, I asked Radu to leave.
Later, Sorina appeared at my door, revealing Radu had lied to her too, claiming we were separated. He’d moved in with her briefly before disappearing. We were both betrayed.
I filed for separation and started therapy to stay strong for my kids. Months later, my MIL apologized, unaware of her son’s actions, and asked to visit. I agreed, wanting the kids to have her love. We’re healing slowly, finding joy in small moments. Radu’s betrayal broke me, but it revealed my strength. If you’re hurting from lies, know it’s not the end—it’s a new beginning.
