Husband Confesses to His Wife That He Is Gay [Story of the Day]
Today’s #storyoftheday is about a woman’s painful heartbreak after discovering that her husband of seven years was gay.
Seven years ago, I began working out at a gym near my office. Since I barely had free time on my hands, I kept a strict routine of working out at 5 in the morning every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
The gym operated for 24 hours, so being there early was no problem. It was often about four other people and me getting our early morning sweat session in, including a fit man, whom I would later call my husband.
The guy always had his earphones on and would quietly sing to whatever was playing. Truth be told, he wasn’t that friendly at first, but when I almost lost balance while using the weights, he helped.
He introduced himself as Sam, and soon we would be workout buddies. Sam assisted me with the heavy lifting, and we instantly got along. Although we only met in the gym, I drew some kind of attraction to Sam.
I noticed that he was respectful towards other women and never “checked out” anyone at the gym. One morning, while Sam and I were assisting each other on the bench, I asked him if he wanted to have brunch, to which he agreed.
Our first date went well as the conversation flowed without any awkward silence. We began to date, and less than a year later, he proposed. Seven years quickly flew by, and now that I look back, I realized what a fool I was to believe he ever loved me.
I became officially divorced yesterday. It would be a funny story had it not been my life. About two months ago, I found out that my husband was gay and in the most humiliating way possible.
While my ex-husband was on a supposed business trip, one of my close friends, Donna, called me, claiming that she saw Sam at a sports bar in Atlanta with a stranger. “That’s probably his colleague since they’re on a business trip,” I said.
I was devastated and heartbroken because the man I loved unconditionally for seven years did not love me at all.
However, Donna swore that he saw Sam holding hands with the man. Of course, I didn’t believe it, but at the same time, I grew suspicious. When Sam returned from his trip, I began snooping around.
One evening, I went through his phone and saw the most disturbing exchanges with another man, his lover. I instantly confronted him about it, and he confessed everything. I was sobbing while saying:
“Please tell me this is a joke. Please make something up and tell me that you were just drunk. Please Sam, I beg of you.”
Sadly, Sam was just quiet. It pained me to know that his business trips were mere excuses to meet his lover and that I was just a cover for his true identity. It suddenly dawned upon me that he never wanted to have children because he was gay.
I was devastated and heartbroken because the man I loved unconditionally for seven years did not love me at all. While my ex-husband still got his happy ending, I am left alone, questioning the past seven years of my life. I am supportive of the LGBT community, but I hate my ex-husband.
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For another #storyoftheday, read about the dying wish of a woman -- for her husband to find his old lover.
Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental in this story.