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One Year Ago.
Aftermath of an affair
One year ago I found out you lied about your marriage status, your income, your job, education, age, amount of children you claimed, your probation status, and your love for me and my child.
What we built out here you had in spades for almost 20 years somewhere else. It took my breath away.
I carried on heartbroken. So devastated I collapsed outside a Wendy’s and a friend had to arrive with sedatives to calm me enough to speak. To comprehend that kind of pain a year removed is still some kind of humbling. Back then it was incomprehensible. I gave you everything, so it would seem.
We were duped into believing you were an answer to years of prayer for relief and support; heart, mind, spirit and soul. To realize in one swift moment we’d been Conned for over two years, that you had plotted to harm us like this, that you’d known who I was through my child’s father for years. That you’d witnessed it all go down in the industry, and then, ever so calculated, you had come for me that day at the club in Gary.
Only one AAPI girl was there. And you knew who I was. Social media kept me forever tethered to your underworld of the few, the proud Black professionals in your line of work. You knew all the colleagues, and all the…
