Anne thought she had a "forever love" with Kyle.
But when she discovers Kyle having an intimate moment with another woman on the day of their 4th wedding anniversary, her world shatters.
This is a story about betrayal and picking up the pieces of a...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I lost track of time. Sometimes when I opened my eyes, there was sunlight and some other times it was dark. It didn't matter, I just felt really tired.
Sleeping or awake, my mind was torturing me. Was it my fault? Was I not enough? I should have been been more insistent about her. But that was the problem. Whenever I questioned something about Jenna, or how I was really uncomfortable with her, things would get tense.
He even asked me what was the problem and I felt like a crazy person because I couldn't exactly point it out. I even liked her when I met her. Six months ago, when they started working together, I was grateful because my husband was happy and job-focused whenever he ended his sessions. His time-management became efficient and he started having more free time and that meant more time together.
We also had sessions together and our communication improved, and small things that we were struggling as a couple, like him being more tolerant with my difficulty to be ready in less than an hour, and my constant struggle with him not placing his laundry on the basket were solved.
She would suggest activities for us as a couple, and even advised me on how to improve business. You recently started your PR firm. You're your own boss and you're an inspiration. Apply these small changes on your time-management and work routine, your productivity will improve 100%. You got this!
So why couldn't I get over this feeling? She was nice, and cheered for me on the business front, — I heard how sometimes she would ask Kyle how was I doing with my PR firm—. She was right about the suggested changes and it reflected on me having more clients, and doing better professionally. It was amazing and I worked hard for achieving success but that also meant less time during the afternoon.
My husband hugged me when I told him how happy I was on having more events, but how sad it was also made me, since I had less time for us. He was supportive and said that him having more time during the afternoons meant he could help me out with whatever I needed.
However, most of the time he couldn't because the clients' meetings were something I had to take care off, and that was time-consuming. He always knew how important was for me to be financially independent, so him being on my corner made me feel empowered.
During his coaching, he would always leave his office's door open and if I was around, I could listen a bit of what was said. Of course I gave him privacy and never stayed occupied with my job. I even try to handle meetings during those times, so I wouldn't interrupt.
But Kyle would call my name aloud and ask me to participate if I was at the apartment, or ask me to answer a question Jenna was asking. Sometimes he would text me asking for a snack and when I delivered, he would kiss me and playfully smack me. I felt embarrassed but my husband was like that, it didn't matter who was around, he hugged me, kiss me and said pet names. "I love your love guys, your connection is inspirational." So much that she decided to take it for herself apparently.
But two months ago, things started to change. I was working more, and I started feeling that Kyle became hermetic about his coaching. He didn't share things with me anymore, or at least nothing of substance, which was weird because that was the main thing he did when he started working with her.
His voice sounded like whispers during his sessions, and he was now closing the door. None of that happened before. Their dynamic started being different. I felt it. And of course when I said it, he dismissed my opinions by saying how she was great and how much she had helped us. "You like her." "Didn't she help with your business even when she didn't need to do that?"
Then, he would express how she was super supportive, helpful and so great that even she had worked with me without that being her responsibility. "Having sessions with the both of us or advising you is not what she was hired for."
The topic was discussed a couple more times, but he would reassure me with hugs, kisses and lately, he would avoid any mention I may express by saying I was the only woman he loved and we ended up having amazing sex. "You're the love of life Annie."
Still, I couldn't ignore the feeling. It was constantly in the back of my mind and yet, there was nothing to support my sensation. We went on dates, we exercised together when we could. We shared meals, we made love, but Jenna's presence was there. He was careful of not mentioning her with me which made up upset all over again, so now I see how vicious the cycle became.
Coaching time brought tension and more so when it became more frequent. I ended up avoiding our home during that time by taking client meetings. Once I got back, they were done and I had my sweet, amazing husband again.
I convinced myself that things were working out. I even believed we had what I thought was the best relationship that could ever exist, until I decided to cut a meeting short and come back, so we could celebrate our wedding anniversary together.
Maybe if I came back later. I should have said it more, maybe if I insisted on it. I thought we had everything. Now, we were nothing.
