I thought my family was happy and complete. My husband and I have been married for almost six years, three years. Everyone around us believes that we are one of the perfect couples. He always shows me that he loves me—careful, kind, full of attention. I never even thought that he could hurt me.
But I also noticed something strange in his behavior. He is very jealous. Even if I'm only five minutes late getting home, I have to explain myself immediately. If I don't, he gets very sullen. He also always suspects me that there is someone else even though there is none. For me, it's just a sacrifice because I also want to be with him all the time. I don't know, it turns out he himself is hiding something.
The day came when we had a fight. We distanced ourselves from each other a bit to cool off. I thought it was just temporary. Until one day, my mother said something I didn't expect—my husband and my cousin were having a relationship. I didn't believe her right away, because how could that happen? I trust them both, I love them both as husband and as family.
But the day came when he himself admitted. They had been in a relationship for five years. That means, almost our entire relationship was a lie. I was cheated on for five years—not only by my husband, but also by my cousin who I considered my brother. There were times when we were together at home, talking and laughing, but behind my back, they were both hiding something. There were times when I slept next to them, not knowing that an infidelity was happening.
The most painful thing is, while my trust and love were intact, they had been betraying me for a long time. I don't know where I'll find the strength now. It's as if all the hard work I've put in and all the love I've given has come to nothing. To this day, I still don't know how to start over.
