I Texted My Husband's Mistress. I Needed The Truth. Part I

???I want to know from your perspective was what I did wrong morally or ethically or was I justified???

It all started some months back around April of 2020. I believe I was going through another phase of spiritual awakening but that's another story I will soon tell you all about! My husband and I have 3 children and we decided we had enough of the suburban Indiana life and need to shake things up fast. We wanted a life or more travel, and adventure.

We thought it would be a good idea to take the children on the road for a year or so to see all of the USA, and Canada (this was pre-covid restrictions). We sourced out an affordable Class A motorhome. It was updated, didn't have the fresh-out-the factory look and design. It has new kitchen updates, a paris-theme (which was a sign as I love Paris), and a cozy electric fireplace with color-changing lights that heats up the whole 32ft. RV. The price tag also came with a two thousand mile round trip from Indiana to Texas to pick the RV up once we won the top bid.

At the time we were obviously new to the experience of RV life. We didn't care about that. We won the bid online and fearlessly planned our trip to Dallas. That trip to Dallas and all we encountered is another story for another time! Anywho, we were planning to travel for the summer but everything came crashing down around us so fast I had to escape to regain my composure and keep my sanity in tact.

The house we were renting to own was haunted, and falling apart after only a year of being there we could no longer withstand it as the cons outweigh the pros. The house was falling apart and we had no assistance from the management company. The electricity was faulty and the roof had holes in it that would cost over ten thousand to repair. They had stuck us in a poorly rehabbed flop and was trying to force us to fix it and buy it. After we finally had enough of the poor treatment we decided to stop trying to pay them and figure out our next moves.

We saw how down-right evil and strapped for cash the management company was and that we had to make fast decisions. We came into the situation with the house with so many problems from termites to plumbing and flooding issues. Looking back we had an opportunity to bail out in the beginning when things were not what they made it seem but we were young and didn't want to give up on an opportunity we prayed for and felt was for us at the time.

We sat down and contemplated our next moves. We even contacted a lawyer. We decided to move out and live in the RV as we went on the road for a year and save up our earnings for a much better home. During those times my husband's mother was diagnosed as terminally ill and yet again things seemed darker than before. My husband began to become aloof, angry, at times irritate, and very emotional. He was stressed beyond his belief and felt life was working against him and happening to him instead of for him.

Me being the highly spiritual, highly intuitive, highly empathetic person I am; I was doing my best at the time to handle things and keep us all together and stay focused on the bigger picture in which I was praying hard to understand myself. I began to get so depressed that I knew something drastic had to be done to save myself in the midst of all the madness. My husband I were barely speaking and I stopped wanting to be intimate as the energies for me were way too heavy. I started sleeping in the RV and he was still sleeping the falling apart house with most of our belonging moved out and put in storage.

Before everything got heavy and out of control we were making arrangements to move down to Florida. Planning to drive down there and stop in the states along the way for food, pictures, and souvenirs. Those plans were foiled when my husband found out he had to take care of his mother solely responsible for her expenses and health plans. I felt at the time due to the loss of his job, us losing our house, and the decline of his mother's condition so rapidly and all at once was costing him his sanity. He was taking his pain and anger out on me and our children. Our verbal altercations kept on increasing, some ensuing for hours on in with no immediate solution.

I couldn't handle it anymore. I was at at my wits end. I cried out to The Most High and my angels. I needed an immediate release. It was time for a major life change. At the time, I felt it was best for my husband and I to part ways. I temporarily moved back to Chicago with my mother, her twin-sister, and my uncle by marriage to my aunt with our three children. My husband found a RV park to rent a lot from and stayed there. After a few weeks of staying at my aunt's home I had saved enough money to take a trip to Florida. A trip I never intended to return back to Chicago, or Indiana from.

My Eleven year old son and I over-packed my VW Tiguan in the middle of the night. I kept calling my husband to see if he would come and see us off and/or if he would drive down there with us and I would have paid for his plane ride back but he declined for personal reasons. I briefed him several times before our departure but I suppose the thought I wasn't serious or that I didn't have the guts to drive all the way from Chicago to Florida by myself without his help. I was fueled by determination to get my power back. I had something to prove to myself.