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My Wife Survived Cancer… Then Asked to Sleep With Other Men 💔 | Confess World
Jul 16, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories My Wife Survived Cancer… Then Asked to Sleep With Other Men 💔 | Confess World Life is too short," she said after beating cancer. I thought she meant travel, adventure… not betrayal. What followed was a gut-wrenching journey through gaslighting, emotional manipulation, and a marriage torn apart by deceit. This is not just a story of infidelity. It's a raw, unfiltered look into the unraveling of trust, and the emotional hell that followed. From best friends turned strangers to love turned lies — here’s how I found the strength to walk away. 👉 Don’t forget to LIKE, COMMENT, and SUBSCRIBE for more powerful real-life stories. 🎧 If you’ve ever felt manipulated, betrayed, or gaslit, this story will resonate deeply. You are not alone. 📌 Drop your thoughts in the comments — was I right to walk away? #Infidelity #OpenMarriage #CancerSurvivor #Storytime #MarriageDrama #Betrayal #ToxicLove #TrueStory #RealTalk
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The words still echo in my mind. A
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phantom whisper that shattered my world.
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Life is too short, she said. And in that
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moment, my heart swelled with
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understanding with a fierce desire to
0:13
give her everything she'd ever dreamed
0:14
of. But what my wife Mia meant by
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experiencing things after surviving
0:20
cancer wasn't trips around the world. It
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was a betrayal so profound, so
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calculating that it would unravel the
0:27
very fabric of our lives.
0:30
This isn't just a story of infidelity.
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It's about a man caught in a whirlwind
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of emotional manipulation, a desperate
0:37
attempt to save a marriage, and the
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agonizing realization that sometimes the
0:42
most loving act is letting go. Get ready
0:45
for a journey into the darkest corners
0:47
of trust and the chilling power of a
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secret life. A couple of weeks ago, Mia
0:51
came to me, her eyes clouded with an
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unusual intensity. I need to get
0:56
something off my chest," she said, her
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voice hesitant.
1:01
My heart immediately clenched. I knew
1:03
she'd been through so much. A year ago,
1:06
cancer had threatened to steal her from
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me, from us. She'd fought bravely,
1:11
relentlessly, and won. "What's wrong,
1:14
honey?" I asked, taking her hand, ready
1:17
to offer whatever comfort or support she
1:19
needed.
1:21
Going through cancer taught me that life
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is too short, she began, her gaze
1:24
distant. And I want to experience
1:27
things. A wave of warmth washed over me.
1:30
I knew exactly what she meant. She'd
1:32
always wanted to travel to see the
1:34
world, but we'd never had the money,
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never quite found the right time. We can
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do it, I told her, my voice full of
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genuine excitement. We can travel the
1:44
world. I'll find a second job. Save
1:46
every dime I make off it. That will be
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our travel money, our adventure fund. I
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squeezed her hand, imagining exotic
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landscapes, shared laughter under
1:55
foreign skies. She looked at me, a
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strange mix of sadness and resolve in
2:00
her eyes. "That's really sweet, honey,"
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she replied, pulling her hand gently
2:05
from mine. "But that's not what I
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meant." My heart pounded, a cold
2:11
premonition, like a shadow falling over
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the sun. It hurts to even ask this," she
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continued, her voice barely a whisper.
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"But I want to sleep with other men
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while still being with you." I stood
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still. My world felt like it had just
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collapsed, shattered into a million
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tiny, unidentifiable pieces. The air
2:30
left my lungs. My ears buzzed. It took
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me a minute, maybe an eternity, to
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process the words, to string together a
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coherent thought. "Mia," I finally
2:41
managed, my voice. I I can't I can't let
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you sleep with someone else and stay
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with you. The betrayal. It just feels
2:50
too much to bear.
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The words were agonizing, ripping
2:54
through my own soul even as I spoke
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them. She seemed upset at first, her
2:58
face clouding over. You're holding me
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back from experiencing life after what
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I've been through, she accused, her
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voice rising.
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I tried to reason, to compromise.
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I understand you want to feel alive,
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Mia, but there are so many other ways.
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Why don't you take up other hobbies that
3:17
make your life more fulfilling? Art,
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music, volunteering, anything but this.
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She reluctantly agreed, a visible
3:24
disappointment settling over her. The
3:26
next few weeks after she popped the
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question, her behavior changed. Subtly
3:31
at first, then more overtly.
3:33
She would come home from the office late
3:35
a few nights out of the week. When she
3:37
did, she'd tell me she was just hanging
3:40
out with her co-workers or had to stay
3:42
later to help work on a project. I
3:45
didn't pay much attention to it at
3:46
first. Work gets busy, I told myself.
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She's reconnecting with life. Then one
3:53
time, I saw her come home particularly
3:55
late, long after I'd fallen asleep and
3:57
woken up. She was in clothes she hadn't
4:00
left the house in that morning. Her
4:02
makeup was done beautifully, flawlessly,
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and she wore a stunning red dress
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reminiscent of Jessica Rabbit.
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She looked really happy, almost glowing
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as she walked into the house, a little
4:16
bounce in her step. "Mia," I asked, my
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voice heavy with sleep and a sudden
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sharp curiosity.
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"Why did you change your outfit from
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your usual work attire to this elegant
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dress? They had an after hours work
4:30
event, she said, her smile bright. To
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boost the morale of the team.
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Where was it? I asked, a tiny seed of
4:38
doubt sprouting in my mind. Why didn't
4:41
you invite me? She only answered one of
4:44
my questions. They didn't allow us to
4:47
bring spouses, she explained. Because
4:49
the food bought was on the company's
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dollar. I let it go, and she went
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upstairs to prepare for bed. her red
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dress and vibrant makeup, a stark
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contrast to the quiet, tired woman I'd
5:00
grown used to. In the following days,
5:03
she started wearing her makeup the same
5:05
way from that night and began sporting
5:07
more vibrant, fitted work clothes. It
5:10
was a subtle change, but I knew Mia. Mia
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despised wearing makeup unless it was a
5:17
special occasion.
5:19
And now, even on the weekends when she
5:21
ran errands, she would start putting on
5:23
makeup and the expensive perfume I
5:25
bought her for one of our anniversaries.
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She didn't wear it when we went out
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together, though. The dates between us
5:31
started to become few and far between.
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It wasn't because I wasn't planning
5:35
them. Every time I would try to propose
5:38
a candle light dinner or reading in a
5:39
park, Mia would say she would be busy
5:42
that day or that she was tired and
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wanted to rest.
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But later that same day, I'd notice her
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leaving the house, going somewhere
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alone, looking vibrant and ready for
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adventure.
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I didn't want to bring up the changes I
5:56
saw. I figured this was probably what
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she meant by feeling alive. She was
6:02
taking care of herself more, dressing
6:04
herself up. Who was I to tell her
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otherwise, especially after what she'd
6:09
been through? But then came the stories.
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Some days after running errands, she
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would tell me how a guy in the grocery
6:15
store had hit on her. I was never the
6:17
jealous type, but she would go on and on
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about how the guy looked at her, how
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charming he was. Even at work, she would
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come home, and the second I would ask
6:27
her about her day, she would steer the
6:29
conversation to how a certain guy at her
6:31
job was so smart and great at problem
6:34
solving. The uneasiness settled in, a
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cold knot in my stomach.
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The true discomfort began when we would
6:43
host game nights at our house and my
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male friends would come over to play.
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After they left, Mia would go on about
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how cute they were when they were losing
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or how another one was so funny. She
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seemed to have taken a distinctly
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unusual interest in them. I debated not
7:00
having people over anymore, but at the
7:02
same time, I didn't want to take away
7:05
any fun experiences from Mia,
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considering she almost lost her life.
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I felt torn, constantly battling my
7:12
instincts. I knew I had to talk to her.
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So, after work one day, I made her
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dinner. Setting the scene carefully, I
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brought up her recent changes, gently,
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cautiously.
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I told her I noticed she was coming home
7:27
late often, wearing makeup, dressing
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better, and talking about more men in
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her life. I confessed how insecure it
7:35
made me feel in the relationship, how it
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gnawed at my peace of mind.
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She did not take it well. "You're being
7:42
controlling," she snapped, her eyes
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flashing with anger. "And I'm not doing
7:47
anything to raise suspicion."
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"I trust you, Mia," I said, trying to
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calm the rapidly escalating tension.
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"But your actions are just alarming
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considering the talk we had a few weeks
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ago. I don't need a man to control my
8:00
life," she declared, standing up from
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the table. "And you don't understand
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what it's like to face death.
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So yeah, I'm going to experience this
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life to the fullest," she finished, her
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voice cold and cutting. I apologized for
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getting her riled up, said I was just
8:16
concerned about her behavior, and told
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her I only wanted the best for her. That
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night, I sat in our bed feeling utterly
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guilty about everything. I had
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practically accused her of cheating, and
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now I was sitting there with egg on my
8:30
face.
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Mia was doing exactly what I told her to
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do. Try new hobbies like makeup,
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fashion, and being more sociable. And
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here I was telling her to stop because
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it made me feel uncomfortable.
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I felt terrible. I was being too strict
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on her, too rigid. Then I began to
8:49
think, why was she only more sociable to
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men? Why was it always about how a guy
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looked at her or how a male coworker was
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so smart? The feeling of potentially
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being toyed with, used, aided at me. One
9:03
moment, I felt that she was playing me,
9:05
using cancer as a cover up for her true
9:07
intentions. In the next moment, I felt
9:09
guilty for convincing myself of this. It
9:11
had been weeks since our last date.
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Every night that Mia came home, it would
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be almost my bedtime. We didn't talk
9:19
much other than an occasional, "How was
9:21
your day?" or "Could you pick up milk on
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your way home?"
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Mia started going on weekend trips and
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whenever I asked her where she was
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going, sometimes she would say she was
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just out with her girlfriends.
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Other times she claimed it was for her
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job. I told her it was weird that they
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had her working late and asking for time
9:40
on the weekends and she said that it was
9:42
because of some big project they were
9:44
preparing for. I asked her if I could
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tag along, if only to see what this
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demanding project was, and she accused
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me of not trusting her.
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She seemed really upset every time I
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asked her. So after a while, I would
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stop asking and simply tell her goodbye
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and to be safe, a hollow comfort, for a
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mind increasingly plagued by doubt. One
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day, she came home from work late again,
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as usual. But this time, she spoke to me
10:10
first. I hadn't experienced this for a
10:13
long time, and I was genuinely excited
10:15
to talk to her, a spark of hope
10:17
flickering.
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"Do you have time to talk?" she asked.
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Of course, I said eager.
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She then dropped another bomb on me. She
10:27
asked if we could open our marriage. She
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went on to talk about all the benefits
10:32
we would have. We would both be happier,
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she insisted, and we would no longer
10:37
have to worry about being jealous of
10:39
each other because we would both
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establish ground rules in the beginning.
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I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
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My heart felt just as broken, just as
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shattered as when she first asked for my
10:51
permission to cheat on me. I felt a lump
10:54
in my throat and looked at her. I knew I
10:57
didn't want anybody else. She was
10:59
waiting for my answer, and I saw the
11:01
look on her face was one of desperation,
11:03
of a deep, unfulfilled longing. I told
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her that I still didn't feel comfortable
11:08
opening our marriage, that it went
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against everything I believed in. She
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began to cry. great racking sobs. She
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cried and pleaded, her words a torrent
11:20
of emotion. Mia told me that surviving
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cancer was the biggest eyeopener for
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her, that it had changed her life. She
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said she craved more excitement out of
11:30
life now to make up for the years that
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were robbed of her from the constant
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suffering, the agony of treatment. I was
11:37
confused about what exactly prompted her
11:39
to ask this again. But I was sure of one
11:42
thing. I wanted to make her happy.
11:46
Despite the sharp agonizing pain in my
11:48
chest, despite every instinct screaming
11:51
no, I agreed to an open marriage. I
11:54
loved her, and I believed that this was
11:56
what she needed to truly heal, to truly
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live. The next few weeks were rough, an
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emotional hellscape.
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I dealt with constant paranoia. Every
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guy Mia would bring up, a little voice
12:08
in my head screamed that they had been
12:10
with my wife.
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I hosted fewer game nights, not because
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I didn't want my wife around my friends
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anymore, but because I didn't have it in
12:18
me to play the role of a happy person
12:20
when I was in a constant state of
12:22
paranoia and insecurity in my
12:24
relationship. Every interaction I had
12:27
with my friends became tainted because
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the excitement on Mia's face while
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talking about them would flash in my
12:33
mind. After a while, one of my buddies
12:35
from game night reached out asking how I
12:38
was doing.
12:40
He told me they saw a change in me and
12:42
wanted to know what happened.
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I was too embarrassed to tell him that
12:46
my wife had initiated an open marriage.
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Instead, I lied, mumbled that one of my
12:52
relatives died, and that was the reason
12:54
I had been off the past couple of weeks.
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He gave his condolences and said if I
12:59
needed anything to let him know. I truly
13:02
appreciated Chad. He was one of my best
13:05
friends in high school. He always kept
13:07
it real.
13:09
Mia was coming home even later now and
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sometimes she wouldn't come home at all.
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This was really affecting my mental
13:16
state. Most nights I didn't get much
13:19
sleep because I was thinking about her
13:20
and what she was doing. I tried calling
13:23
her some nights, but the phone would
13:25
often ring and ring without an answer. I
13:28
noticed she started putting her phone on
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do not disturb most nights. I was
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reflecting on my decision, on what truly
13:35
made me happy, and realized that I had
13:38
agreed to these terms at my own demise.
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I often thought about whether I wanted
13:44
to keep this up or if this decision
13:46
would be sustainable for our
13:47
relationship, and I knew that I couldn't
13:50
go much further without ending up in an
13:52
asylum. After about 2 months of having
13:55
an open marriage, I decided to talk to
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Mia. She finally came home after being
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gone for 3 days, and I knew I had to
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speak to her then since I didn't know
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the next time I'd have an opportunity.
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I brought up the marriage and how I'd
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been feeling lately. But it felt like
14:11
while I was talking, Mia was looking at
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me, but not really listening to what I
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was saying. Or maybe she did listen and
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neglected to care. I told her I couldn't
14:20
continue this relationship if we
14:22
remained open. And that's when I saw a
14:24
spark of sincerity on her face. I
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apologize, she said, her voice soft. And
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I hate to see you go through this alone.
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She agreed that we could close our
14:34
marriage again and that that phase was
14:36
behind us. This felt like such a relief
14:39
to me, a weight lifted. We hugged and
14:43
went upstairs to renew our bond with one
14:45
another. For a while, everything went
14:48
back to normal. Mia and I were happily
14:51
married, or so I thought. She stopped
14:54
coming home as late and stayed home
14:55
every day. She still wore makeup
14:58
everyday and her sense of style was
15:00
still great. But that didn't matter to
15:02
me. I was just happy that we were both
15:05
happy together until one night she joked
15:08
about an open marriage again. At first,
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I couldn't tell if she actually desired
15:12
that or if she was joking. I played it
15:15
off as a joke and continued on. A
15:18
flicker of that old anxiety returning.
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After a few weeks, Mia brought it up
15:22
again. sounding a bit more serious,
15:25
saying how she missed that time and how
15:27
she felt like she was on a high. I asked
15:30
her if this marriage alone was not
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enough for her, if I was not enough. She
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said it was, but it didn't compare to
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the new adventures she would take with
15:39
other men, while also knowing she had a
15:41
reliable man at home. Again, I felt
15:44
betrayed.
15:46
A cold, hard certainty began to settle
15:48
in. I felt like she was pretending all
15:51
along to be satisfied with me only
15:53
because she feared losing me. I told her
15:56
that I could not be in an open marriage
15:57
for the sake of my mental health and
15:59
left it at that. The conversation was
16:01
over. That night after she went to bed,
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I did something I'm not too proud of. I
16:07
saw her phone on the kitchen counter as
16:09
I came down to get some water, and I
16:11
went through her phone while she was
16:12
sleeping. I had to know for sure if she
16:15
was being monogous to only me after we
16:17
had decided to close our marriage. My
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hands were shaking and I could feel the
16:22
adrenaline rushing through my veins. I
16:25
was on edge. Unlocking her phone, I
16:28
navigated to the messages and checked
16:30
her recents.
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My breath hitched. The most recent text
16:34
was from a guy named Big Chatty. He had
16:37
told her good night and that he loved
16:38
her.
16:40
I dropped the phone back on the counter,
16:42
the room spinning around me. As I
16:44
regained my balance, I scrolled up, my
16:46
fingers trembling, to see their
16:48
conversation. He talked about her
16:49
leaving her husband and living a better
16:51
life with him. She said she wanted all
16:54
that and more, but it was complicated at
16:57
the time. They talked about future plans
17:00
together, and he said that he wanted to
17:02
see her more than just the weekend trips
17:04
they took together. I should have known.
17:07
She wasn't taking business trips. In the
17:10
messages, I even saw him sending her
17:12
money for her hair, nails, and new
17:14
clothes. That's where she got the new
17:17
clothes from. When all the pieces
17:19
started coming together, I felt like
17:21
someone punched me right in the gut. The
17:23
timeline, the after hours events, the
17:26
weekend trips, the constant need for new
17:30
experiences. It wasn't about feeling
17:32
alive. It was about covering a lie. I
17:35
looked at their message history, tracing
17:37
their illicit connection.
17:39
They had been dating all the way before
17:41
she asked me for the first pass on an
17:43
affair. They had been talking about
17:45
seeing each other, even before she was
17:47
declared cancer-free.
17:49
One of her messages to him was, "If I
17:52
beat this, you definitely have to take
17:53
me to the Maldes LOL." I couldn't
17:56
believe her. This profound sadness
17:58
quickly turned into a burning rage. I
18:02
felt my blood boiling. I had to know who
18:04
this big chatty was. I checked the
18:07
number. It looked awfully familiar. It
18:10
had the same area code as ours. I could
18:12
hear my heartbeat through my ears. I ran
18:15
to grab my own phone and searched for
18:17
the number in my contacts. It was Chad,
18:20
my high school best friend. My heart
18:22
shattered. It didn't just break. It
18:25
atomized. The betrayal was so complete,
18:28
so insidious that it choked me. my wife,
18:32
my best friend. The next morning, I woke
18:34
her up with her phone in my hand. She
18:36
blinked, confused, then saw the screen.
18:40
Her eyes widened in panic. "What are you
18:43
doing?" she asked, her voice trembling.
18:46
I had no words. I opened up the messages
18:49
between her and Chad and showed her. She
18:52
instantly tried to explain, a desperate
18:55
torrent of lies. She didn't mean to hurt
18:58
me. Their affair meant nothing to her.
19:01
She even tried to say that's why she
19:02
hadn't left me yet, because she still
19:05
loved me and only wanted me as her
19:07
husband. I was enraged.
19:10
When she saw that I wasn't taking it how
19:12
she expected, that her words were
19:14
falling on deaf ears. She began to cry
19:16
and beg, just as she did when she asked
19:18
for an open marriage.
19:21
She again tried to use the cancer as her
19:23
shield, claiming it made her want to
19:24
seek new experiences.
19:27
The cancer didn't affect your brain,
19:29
Mia, I said, my voice cold, devoid of
19:32
all emotion.
19:34
And I'm leaving, she begged and cried at
19:37
my feet, clutching at my legs. It was
19:40
hard seeing her like this, a part of me
19:42
aching for the woman I thought I knew.
19:45
But I knew that I couldn't continue
19:47
living with a liar. She and Chad had
19:50
both betrayed me too badly. No matter
19:52
what she'd been through, I needed better
19:54
for myself.
19:56
I packed up my belongings, the
19:58
essentials, and left.
20:00
As I made my way to the car, I looked
20:03
back to see her at the door, a crumpled
20:05
figure crying. A wave of sorrow briefly
20:08
took over me. A pang of what was, what
20:11
could have been. But I left before I
20:13
could give myself a chance to change my
20:15
mind. And on the car ride, a profound,
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almost dizzying relief washed over me.
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My gut feeling was right all along. The
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constant gaslighting of my feelings, the
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subtle manipulations had left me in so
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much emotional turmoil that I didn't
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know how much baggage I was actually
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carrying until I left it all behind. I
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was free.
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