Last week, I had a blast. We went to the mall almost everyday to find a costume for my husband’s Elvis Presley Contest. We bought toys and my wide screen monitor (I will post this later). But when this week came, it went so sad 🙁 that it made me cried again :c . On Monday evening, my husband went out to look for a polo. He didn’t came home that night rather around 6:00 in the morning. He didn’t talked to me or even cared to explain. On Tuesday night, he didn’t came home from work but he did around 5:30am on the next day (Wednesday). Though it really did hurt me 🙁 but I tried to be civil as possible. When he talks, I talk. When he asks a question, I reply. Well, we talked about it but in a very shallow manner. I don’t want to have a fight again. I don’t want my children see argue. So, the day went by and he asked for my help for me to assist in his self-made Elvis Presley costume. I said OK. We went to some stores and buy some accessories. When we went to the airline ticket booth to buy a ticket for Manila because the contest is being held there, somebody called him and I asked who. He said probably from HR but he was speaking in our hometown dialect. I neglected this scene. Then it came to the point that I was really hungry already and I asked to eat. Since pizza is my favorite, we went to Pizza Hut. There somebody texted him and since there were so many text, he was only able to delete one when I asked. So, as I looked upon the cellphone, I saw that the one who called and texted him was his mistress!! I felt rage :# flowed into my heart. Then I cried, I was not able to eat my favorite pizza. It really made me bitter. I took my husband’s cellphone and I was the one replying to her. I can’t elaborate the details here but my heart really got broken again.
And I started to wonder again…do they still have a relationship that is why they are still communicating? Does my husband love her and not me that’s why he doesn’t care if I am hurt from all the things he has done? Am I the mistake of their affair? Should I be gone for them to be happy? As I ponder more, maybe I have no luck in love – maybe I was born to be heart broken and someday die heart broken. I just don’t know.