I was sure something sinister was happening when my husband started leaving the house in a rush. He did this several times without a clear explanation. His strange behavior had me thinking he might be cheating, as he refused to tell me the real truth. When I finally found out what he was doing, I was shaken to my core!
For the ten years James and I had been married, I thought I knew everything about him. But MAN, was I mistaken! What I believed I knew about him was that he was driven and successful. He always seemed so tough, almost impenetrable.
For all the time we’d been together, I’d never seen him cry! But I never doubted his love for me; I could simply feel it in his actions, even if he didn’t say it often. That was until the last few months when things started to change.
When you hear what started happening, you’ll understand why I had my backup. My husband began acting differently. He was rarely home, spent no time with the children, and every time his phone rang, he would immediately leave.
When I confronted him about the calls and the rushed departures, he made a claim I couldn’t fathom. “It’s urgent office work, my love.” I didn’t really believe him, mainly due to the next thing I am about to share.
What had me doubting him was the oddest part of all this. My husband would come back home and IMMEDIATELY throw his clothes in the washing machine! His clothes were washed even if he’d only worn them that day for roughly an hour!
James would then take a shower, no matter how briefly he’d been gone. It was perplexing and, frankly, worrisome! No matter how I tried to get him to tell me the truth about what he was actually doing, James would stick to the work excuse.
I once snuck to the washing machine while he was showering. Doing my own investigations I pulled out his clothes to smell them for women’s perfume. Instead, I was hit with a stench I couldn’t explain! His clothes smelled PUTRID!
One evening, after my husband left in a hurry once again, I decided I couldn’t take it anymore and was fed up. I needed to know what was going on! I grabbed my coat and tracked him down, following him to his destination.
My heart pounded as I trailed his car through the winding streets. He finally came to a halt when he parked in front of an old, run-down building on the edge of town.
I even doubted whether it was safe to go in or not and hesitated for a moment before summoning the courage to enter. But what I witnessed inside left me SPEECHLESS!
I saw him with a bunch of people, doing something I couldn’t even comprehend as I stood there with my mouth open. James, my stoic, seemingly indifferent husband, was there in an APRON! MY man was serving food to a group of homeless people!
He was smiling, chatting, and laughing, a side of him I had NEVER seen before! It was like watching a stranger, but one who looked so much like the man I married! As if sensing my presence, James looked up, and our eyes met.
He froze, his face a mask of fear and surprise. My husband then quickly made his way over to me, taking off his apron as he walked. “Lily, I can explain,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “Please do,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
“What is all this? Why didn’t you tell me?” James took a deep breath, leading me to a quieter corner. “This is my project, the one I live for.” I watched him, waiting for the revelation that was about to change everything I thought I knew about my husband.
“I was born in poverty,” he began. “Sometimes, my family had nothing to eat. My single mom couldn’t feed me and my brother, so she gave us up for adoption,” James said. “We were taken in by a wealthy family who gave us everything we needed.”
I couldn’t believe that I’d never known this about him. “But there was a catch. My new dad was strict; he believed in toughness and never showing vulnerability,” my husband continued. “I had to bury my soft side deep inside just to survive in that house because my adopted father forbade me from showing it.”
“He’s the one who taught me to be tough and determined, hence my work ethic.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened. This was a side of James I never knew, a past he had never shared. “So, you started this to show your true self?” I asked, my voice breaking.
“Yes,” he said, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pain and relief. “When I became successful, I realized I needed to find a way to express my soft side somewhere. I wanted to give back somehow.”
“So, I started this shelter, this kitchen, as my way of giving back and being true to who I am. It’s a part of me I’ve hidden for so long.” He explained how he started feeding poor and homeless people and sheltering them too.
His story hit me hard, the weight of his hidden life pressing down on me. I understood now why he had been so secretive, why he NEEDED this outlet. It wasn’t just about work; it was about redemption and compassion.
I reached out, taking his hand in mine. “James, you should have told me. We could have done this together.” He squeezed my hand, a tear slipping down his cheek. At that moment, I fell deeper in love with him, realizing that he was human too.
I saw a side of him that made me see that he was a multifaceted being. “I was scared, Lily. Scared of what you might think, scared of appearing weak.”
“You’re not weak, my darling,” I said firmly. “Showing your soft side, helping these people, that’s the STRONGEST thing you can do!”
From that day on, our relationship changed. I finally understood why he was secretive and washed his clothes after every trip. I joined James in his mission. I started volunteering at the shelter and bringing the children along too.
They learned the value of kindness and humility, seeing their father in a new light! We grew closer than ever, united by his hidden passion and newfound openness. My husband showed me that true strength lies in being able to show your vulnerability.
I also learned through him that inner strength lay in giving WITHOUT expecting anything in return. The act of giving was a gift of its own. Our family became stronger, bound by love. We were united by his formerly hidden compassion, newfound openness, and a shared commitment to helping others.
Luckily for Lily, her husband wasn’t doing anything wrong on his random trips. But this wasn’t the case in the following story. Curtis’ wife discovered the hard way that her husband wasn’t bird-watching in the woods and had a completely different hobby!
I Saw a Strange Note in My Husband’s Planner and Followed Him into the Woods
It’s always the person you love the most who has the power to hurt you, especially because you never see it coming. My husband, Curtis, and I had been together for 12 years, with twin girls and what seemed like a sweet life.
I’m a teacher, and my husband is an office manager. We both had our hobbies, mine was knitting, and his was birdwatching. Curtis always went on birdwatching expeditions alone, saying it was too dangerous for me.
One day, I stumbled upon his planner, which I thought tracked bird sightings. But entries like “34-28-34” and “Black and red. A 10…” made no sense for birdwatching. I decided to follow him one Sunday and found him KISSING a coworker in the woods!
I felt betrayed but wanted to gather more evidence before confronting him. A few days later, I saw another entry, “36-24-36. Blonde. An 8…” I followed him again and found him with a DIFFERENT woman!
Heartbroken, I consulted a lawyer and started the divorce process quietly. I pretended everything was normal for our girls’ sake. When Curtis arranged a meeting with a third woman, I followed him again.
Seeing them kiss, I confronted him, poured out my anger, and slapped the divorce papers on him! I won the house, most of our money, and custody of our girls. Discovering his cheating was harsh, but I’m glad I found out before living another second with such betrayal.
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