I used to believe that life released its storms one at a time. That grief, betrayal, and heartbreak each came in separate doses that allowed you to catch your breath before the next wave rolled in. That illusion shattered the day I lost my baby at nineteen weeks. The ache that tore through me that night felt like the greatest burden I would ever carry. I didn’t know that my husband and my best friend had already placed another weight on my shoulders, one that would crush the last pieces of my old life once it came to light. Even now, I remember the hospital ceiling white, blurry through tears when the doctor quietly said there was no heartbeat. I remember the coldness creeping up my arms as if my body couldn’t decide whether to cry or collapse. The nurse placed a sympathetic hand on my shoulder as I clung to the edge of the hospital bed in disbelief. And next to me stood my husband, Jonas, his face frozen in an expression I interpreted as grief…….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW
My Husband Betrayed Me With My Best Friend After I Lost My Baby — and Karma Came Knocking
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