Yet another chapter begins...
When my first husband wanted to try to reconcile, I was over the moon. I really believed that things would be better and that our life would improve. Nothing could be further from the truth. I was completely unprepared, I guess because I was so certain that he wanted to rejoin our little family, that it just didn't occur to me that we should have had some sort of marriage counselling. So we moved into a bigger house to a town in which I had lived before, so it was nice to have that familiarity. I enrolled my little girl into the local school and my little boy, who was only three, had the whole yard to himself when his big sister was at school. Unbeknownst to me, my husband was still very much emotionally involved with his mistress more than I was aware. Obviously, because she was pregnant, I knew that there would still be some sort of attachment, but I just didn't know how much involvement there was. After three or so months of my husband ...