My name is Lindsay and I have been married for 4years.My husband and I met 6years ago at my Grandma's funeral . He was part of the catering team. I just fell in love with him that very same day. We became friends and ended up falling in love. A year later he proposed and I accepted. Four years went by and things were still fine . Then last year I met my childhood friends from America, it felt like I have got my childhood back. Their partners were Americans, rich and had style too. One day we had a couples dinner which I ended up regretting going to. My friends insulted my husband saying that their husbands earned three times my husband's salary . At first I was hurt but later I felt like I deserved more. Things started to change. I started distancing myself from my husband. We started fighting to the extent that I ended up kicking him out of our house. I listened to my friends and I lost him. My friends then left me and went back to their homes overseas, and I was left all alone. He had found someone better and I am still not able to forget that I was the one who broke my 6year old relationship.
© Reletha