HERE IS A SNIPPET FROM THIS BOOK:
“Hey,” I said to Michael. “I missed you.”
He slowly drew up a small smile before he said he missed me too, but something definitely felt a little different to me about the way he acted. My intuition told me that something was wrong. I did not like the way that felt at all. We went to bed together and for the first time in a long time, I longed for him to make love to me. His lips quivered when he kissed me and he did not take the time that he usually did. I was not sure who he was at that moment. I felt like I really didn’t know him. I turned on my side of the bed and moved my pillow, I had a panic attack. I did not know what to do or how to approach what I saw. My body broke out in a cold sweat and I could hardly breathe. There on the sheets was some dry beige foundation of makeup. My heart started beating so fast that I had to get out of there. I tripped when I got out of the bed and fell to the floor. Your father woke up startled by the sudden commotion
“Come back to bed, Natalie,” he said in a sleepy voice.
I could not believe it. He acted like nothing happened.
“Michael!” I shouted. My face turned red and my eyes opened wide enough to shoot daggers. I could tell by his face that he had no idea what I was upset about.
“What’s the problem,” he asked bewildered.
I did not know what to say. Since I could not say it, I just pointed to the stain on the sheets.
“So you forgot to take off your makeup,” he laughed. “It will wash.”
How stupid did he think I was?
“I don’t wear makeup to bed, Michael,” I replied.
I rushed out of the bedroom and into the night air. I had to walk or even run. I had to think. I had trouble comprehending what was going on, but one thing was sure: my husband was having an affair. I walked quickly for a couple of miles before I returned home. I cried and prayed asking God what was happening. I was so angry and hurt that I had to get some of the anxiety out of my system. What was I supposed to do then? How much more was I able to take? My head hurt along with the muscles of my legs as I continued to walk briskly. With unanswered questions and feeling so tired, I made my way back up the walk to our house. I must have slammed the door; I don’t remember, but I heard you crying so I went to your room to see what was wrong. You looked up at me with such sad eyes as if in some strange way, you knew I was hurting. I picked you up and sat with you on the rocking chair.
“I’m here sweetie,” I whispered. “I’m here, right here and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be here for you.”
I am the Author
a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and still believe in the power of love &