I loved "The Notebook" but what I got was just a note.
I have been married for 12 years. Not the perfect marriage but I was grateful to have a husband who provided, a community to belong and a cute house to keep.
My husband lost his mother and job within a two year span, I left a job due to health issues and both my husband and I came thru the other side with new jobs and our family in tact. I felt like we could get thru anything..We were tough and committed..or so I thought............
Shortly after, I came home late one night after a long day at work to a dark house : so out of character..I thought someone was sick and maybe at the hospital..I went from room to room looking for my husband as he was usually home at night.
I flipped on the light in our bedroom and saw a little envelope with my name on it: I opened it and it was a three sentence typed letter explaining that my husband left. It was not in his verbiage: so I knew someone else wrote it.
He moved out of our house straight into another warm bed of another woman.
The bottom fell out. I was never saw this coming..I created my life story about who-my husband was based on who I was and am. I saw him as a man of character and integrity.
I am faced with the reality that he was never that man. I was looking at him through my filter based on how I would treat him..
So now I am grieving a fictional character: someone who would never cheat ; lie or leave a spouse in that cowardly manner. Its painful : its my reality.