I reread all my posts once again and realized that nothing has really changed. Well, a lot has changed, but in fact, things have only gotten worse. I feel like I’ve been living a wasted life, drowning in misery, so close to what feels like living in hell.
Years have passed since my last post, yet here I am again. I just finished crying, again. For the nth time, I broke down in tears. Why?
My husband accused me of having an affair with my classmate, based on the claim that someone "saw me in a movie theater with a guy." However, he refuses to reveal the identity of this so-called witness, which makes me question whether this person even exists.
According to this unidentified source, I was seen with three other people, and we supposedly paired off in twos to watch a movie. The accusation is completely absurd, nothing like that ever happened. I never went to the movies with anyone!
His suspicions grew even stronger when he discovered that I had a four-hour vacant period every Wednesday. I hadn’t mentioned it to anyone because I simply wanted that time for myself.
I used that vacant time to prepare for my next subject, which required extensive reading. I never thought to mention it to him because I never imagined it could be used against me especially since, in my heart, I knew I had done nothing wrong.
There was even a time when I shared my schedule with him, and he bluntly responded, *"What would I do with your schedule? Why are you telling me?"*
For context, he has been abroad for five years now. During that time, he has had constant flings, and whenever I tried to confront him in any way, he would shut me down and tell me to stay out of his business.
He never truly cared about me. He never made me feel like I was his wife. When it came to family matters, important decisions—any decision, really, he never considered my suggestions, my opinions, or, most of all, my feelings.
But to continue the story...
He acts like the victim, claiming that I’m the one fooling around while he’s working hard wherever he is right now.
In his suspicion, he took my laptop and recovered all the files, searching for anything to prove his accusations. Among the files, he found pictures of my *classmates* emphasis on the *S*. I had been so excited about finally getting my dream phone that I took photos of my classmates to save their pictures in my contacts. That way, whenever they called or texted, their pictures would appear.
But he used that against me. And mind you, the pictures he found were all solo shots of my classmates. If he had found even a single picture of me with another guy, even one that wasn’t remotely intimate, he would have accused me and crucified me for it. If that were the case, I would have accepted any punishment without protest.
He used that against me, piecing everything together to fit his own conclusion. Meanwhile, when I once found undeniable evidence of *his* affair, it wasn’t just a rumor or suspicion, I found an actual videotape of him having sex.
Just imagine the difference between the so-called “proof” he claims to have against me and the undeniable evidence I had of his betrayal.
Yet, his response was to punish me. He took all the bank cards and stopped giving me money entirely, leaving his sister in control of our finances. It’s not even about the money, it’s about the way I’m being treated over something I *did not* do.
After everything he has done to me, all the heartache, the abuse, he still managed to twist the story and paint *me* as the bad person. It’s heartbreaking. It’s unfair. And worst of all, there is no justice. None at all.
