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The realest member on my team is my son!

when my 5 year had more courage then the rest

By jazisarabethPublished 4 years ago 5 min read

I have extreme trust issues. I use to surround myself with people. I had a group of friends and we were all so tight. We were even pregnant all in the same year (not planned) so all of our kids are the same age and best fiends too. I'm not sure where it all started or when exactly I became so withdrawn from the group.

I'm pretty sure it all stated when I left my husband. All kinds of truths started to spill out. Like the fact that he was taking my child (from a previous relationship) to the park to meet women and on what he called playdates. The truth with him came to light when my then five year old told me he met daddy's girlfriend.

We were riding in the car back from bowling. Ever since he was little we would have mother son days. I worked multiple jobs so a day off was meant to be spent with him. I had asked him how school was going and if he was still liking it. He was talking about normal five year old stuff and then all of a sudden he said "Mommy I met daddy's girlfriend the other day." I kind of laughed it off at first and then asked "Really baby where at?" He responded with "At the park. Daddy took me to play with her little boy." My heart dropped out of my chest.

I was mortified. So I did what any other woman would do. I turned to my friends for support. It was my 31st birthday and one of the girl's husband's owned a bar. I really needed a night of drinking and dancing with my friends. Everyone was there and we shut the bar down doing shots singing Usher's slow jams.

I'll turned to my soul friend (like a best friend but your souls were destine to meet) and had told her what had unfolded. I'll never forget the sting I felt when she told me that every time she was at my house over the past 5 years he would inappropriately rub up against her. This girl had been doing my hair on a very regular basis for the past 10 years. Why hadn't she told me? I mean we were closer then best friends. After all she was a bridesmaid in our wedding.

The next day I turned to my "baby mama" friend and told her about the events that had unfolded the days before. I asked her "Do I have the right to be upset with soul friend for never saying something?" Her response would forever change my life.

She had worked with husband and was the one to introduce us. The father of her child had passed away months before we married. Since we were such a tight knit group of friends I would have him stop by her house to check on her and do any man chores that needed done. Turns out he had been trying to sleep with her when he would stop by. She was also apart of our wedding of course. That one hurt even worst.

I then called my best friend in tears to tell her about my cheating husband and our other two friends. She said "So they never told you? I told them you needed to know that." She had known all along. No it was not her responsibility to tell me but she should have spoke up. Best friend was the maid of honor in our wedding.

How could these three women stand next to me and watch me take vows with a man that had cheated on me and attempted to cheat with them? They claim I was so happy that they didn't want to destroy that happiness. But it was all lies so was the happiness even real? They allowed me to marry a man that did not deserve me without offering up the truth. I spent four years in a unhealthy marriage. If I had been aware of what had been going on I never would have gone through with the relationship let alone the marriage.

What blows my mind the most is that it was a five year old little boy that was the only one that had the courage to tell the truth. He should have never been put in that situation to begin with. I learned a very important lesson though. My son is the only person I need in this world.

Now I have let everyone go. I'd rather be alone and friendless then have people in my life that don't truly have my best interest at heart. How could these women who were like family keep something so major from me? It took the courage of a 5 year old boy to tell the truth.

It has now been 5 years since the husband and I went our separate ways. I'm now in a new relationship with two beautiful daughters and without my sons truth then none of that would have been possible.

The now ex husband has remarried. But only after moving in with his gym trainer and playing house with her. The poor girl messaged me a few years ago to ask about our past relationship. Come to find out he packed his clothes in the middle of the night and snuck out of their home together to be with his boss at work.

A few months back though he messaged me. Him and his new wifey were going through some things and he wanted to know if we had made a mistake because he has always loved me. I know it made me laugh out loud too. Me being the ex wife and knowing what type of person he was I contacted the new wife to let her know what did trying to see me and spend time with me. I sent her copies of the messages and screenshots from where he had called me. She thanked me but she's a young woman and she took him back. I wish them all the happiness in the world.

I feel like in end I won. I have done a great job at raising a truthful little boy who loves his mommy. I no longer have to work three jobs to support a grown man and pay his child support, car payment and insurance. I also no longer have that close group of friends who betrayed my trust and hid major disloyalties. I have my kids and that is all that matters in the end.

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jazisarabeth

A pretty girl with a ugly past but a beautiful future.

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