The love that they once shared eventually died down. At least, it was for him. I felt the same. I still loved him, but I guess it wasn't enough huh?
I didn't think much of it when he slowly distanced himself from me. when our intimacy had died down and when he would stay out late. I always gave him excuses after excuses. " He must be working over time" why does he come back home drunk? " He still loves me, he's just tired from all the work" then why does he have time for other women? " He just isn't in the mood, he'll go back to normal" He always seem happy talking on the phone with someone, but never the same excitement for me...
I saw it coming. When I heard moaning coming from our bedroom, i knew this would happen. he showed every single sign. in the back of my head i always knew he was cheating on me.
I could hear him calling her 'love' and 'sweetheart'. nicknames that once belonged to me. nicknames that I thought he would never utter to another soul.
