The morning seemed like any other. I got up, made coffee, but as soon as I sat down at the table, I noticed something unusual.
On the table lay a white envelope with my name on it. My husband never wrote letters.
My hands trembled as I opened the envelope. The first words blurred my vision. I opened the letter and began to read.
“My dear, I know this isn’t the way you expected it to happen, but I just can’t anymore…
I’ve been living a lie for too long. Ten years of marriage, and all that time I’ve been carrying something inside me that I’ve never had the courage to tell you. But now is the time.
I’m in love… with someone else.” I felt the blood drain from my face. My hands shook as I continued to read.
“It’s not what you think. This isn’t a story of cheating. This isn’t another woman.” I paused. My heart was pounding.
“I’m in love with HIM.” My eyes widened as my brain tried to process the words on the paper.
My husband… my partner… my life partner… was just confessing to me that he was leaving me for another man. The letter ended with the words:
“I’m sorry to tell you this, but this is me. For the first time in my life, I feel like I can breathe. I deserve to be happy, just as you deserve the truth. I hope you’ll forgive me one day”.
I sat in silence, staring at the paper, tears unknowingly rolling down my cheeks. Ten years. Ten years of marriage. And my husband had been hiding who he really was all along.