My therapist says I need to understand why I was so desperate to catch him cheating. What void I was trying to fill. What fear I was running from.
I don't have answers yet. Just consequences.
Last night, David came home from visiting his son. He showed me a photo. The baby has his eyes.
"He's beautiful," I said. And meant it.
David looked at me for a long moment.
"We're going to get through this," he said. "I don't know how. But we will."
I want to believe him.
Some days, I almost do.