I became a single mom at 18 and since then life has taught me to be strong. I couldn't continue with my son's father because he wasn't ready to shoulder his responsibility. I met this young and wonderful guy, took a while before we started dating; we were compatible and he was so nice to me and my son. He never cheated on me, and always respected my opinions. We couldn't go further because his family was very diabolical, polygamous, had too many property issues and didn't support his relationship with me. So we painfully separated.
After a while again, I met another guy. The kind of man I wanted; never judged me for having a son, a very spiritual person, prays more than me. We started dating and he said no sex. That was a wow for me!! He made me meet his family after two months of our relationship and I fell in love with them. A prayerful mother, warm sisters, wonderful brothers etc. They welcomed me didn't judge me too about my son. We dated for two years then by the third year we got married. But before then we started indulging in sex.
He proposed a night to my birthday, went for introduction the next month and started getting ready for the traditional wedding.
Both of us travelled to his village which is about one hour from the town we stay for Christmas and new year. After the cross over night in church, I was tired and slept for long only to be awoken by his little niece. I got to sitting room as I was about to sit down I noticed his phone and removed it to sit down only for WhatsApp messages to be rushing in. It read " you only come to me when you want to make love, I'm tired and can't wait to have you again".
My head turned. I gave him the phone to see; he started blabbing. I asked for an explanation but he was denying. I got the number and called the girl. At first she was insulting me, then I gave her a threat of her life. She opened up, told me how they met, when it started and that they have been having sex together. I found out that the date was about the time he proposed to me.
He would sleep with her and come home to face me. ( we started living together about the introduction time).
I have never been cheated upon, even my son's father let alone my ex so I didn't know how to handle it. My wedding was in two months and I was faced with the hardest thing. He wasn't opening up. I smashed his phone, picked my things and told him to drop me off. My mother in law was wondering why I was going so soon cos we planned to cook together that morning. I couldn't bear it but left but she noticed something was wrong with me and kept asking questions I just told her I got a call to report home. I knew she wasn't convinced.
I cried throughout the trip. He finally told me it was a mistake. I told him to call off every preparations. He kept begging. I couldn't imagine that he will be the one to call the girl that he feels like making love to her and they'll arrange to meet at different hotels. I don't know if I handled things well but I scattered so many things, tore some invitation cards ( he hid the rest). I couldn't bear it but report to his mum.
Mother-in-law cried and begged me not to go and after so many talks I just told her that I have heard and left. I think I forgave him partially and we continued the preparations. Everything went well. But once in a while it plays in my head, I imagine the scene, and I just hate him. Most times I feel like hurting him real bad till now that I type. I just hope it doesn't get out of hand. It still hurts me like I just found out.
Please advice me.