In my mind, my husband, Curtis, was a bird enthusiast; however, it turned out that his pastime was something else entirely. Following the discovery of a questionable planner entry, I followed him into the woods and, all of a sudden, I caught him in the act. This led me to the realization of a truth that was more convoluted than any hidden secret.
The person you love the most is always the one who has the ability to damage you, and this is especially true when you are unaware of what is going to happen. Now that you have the benefit of hindsight, you are aware of all the indications that something might be wrong in your relationship. However, when it is taking place, you just never know what will happen until you are prepared for it.
It had been twelve years since my husband, Curtis, and I had been together, and it felt like we had been together forever. We were the lovers-at-first-sight types that you hear about in literature; we met when we were in our 20s and fell in love with each other. After some time has passed, we are now in possession of these gorgeous twin girls who are ten years old, and life was very good.
There was a time when I proposed that we go to a falconry display or competition together, but Curtis did not like the idea. I also invited him to accompany me on his birdwatching excursions, but he refused to comply with my request.
“The risk is too great. He said, “I want you to be safe,” and because he sounded considerate, I agreed to meet him. One day, however, I happened onto his planner by accident. The purpose of this planner was not to keep track of his regular schedule; rather, it was to keep a record of the birds that he saw. I took a look inside, even though it’s possible that I shouldn’t have.
On the other hand, Curtis is an office manager, and I am a teacher. During this time, we are both engaged in our respective pastimes. Knitting was mine; yes, I am the person who knits everything from scarves to dolls for the daughters. I am that person. Who is Curtis? Birdwatching was a unique hobby that he enjoyed doing. I was under the impression that he was enthusiastic about birds of prey, but not just any birds.
There was a time when I proposed that we go to a falconry display or competition together, but Curtis did not like the idea. I also invited him to accompany me on his birdwatching excursions, but he refused to comply with my request.
“The risk is too great. He said, “I want you to be safe,” and because he sounded considerate, I agreed to meet him. One day, however, I happened onto his planner by accident. The purpose of this planner was not to keep track of his regular schedule; rather, it was to keep a record of the birds that he saw. I took a look inside, even though it’s possible that I shouldn’t have.
One of the entries stated, “34-28-34.” It is black and crimson. One ten…”
My mind spoke the words, “Wait, what?” Was there some kind of abbreviation for people who watch birds to use? On the other hand, I looked up those figures on Google and found nothing. Could it potentially be something else? During that time, I came across something else in my quest on the internet… it was about measurements.
At that same moment, I made the decision that I would follow him the next time he went out. On a Sunday that was completely out of the ordinary, I was sneaking into the woods to pursue him. While I was thinking about all of the scary animals that may potentially hurt me, my heart was pumping.
I kept my mouth shut and proceeded to follow him despite the fact that I was being attacked by a large number of mosquitoes. The insects were trying to consume me. Oh, and then, boom! Although I saw him, there were no birds in the area; it was just him and another woman who were kissing.
The pit of my stomach sank. I had the impression that I was watching a movie, but it was actually my life, and I was not pleased with the unexpected turn of events. I was able to recall her from a picture of a work party that was posted on his Facebook page; she was his colleague. Nevertheless, I was unable to think of her name.
While they were thinking on what to do, I went back to my house before they noticed me. It’s possible that I was foolish, but I didn’t want to give Curtis the gratification of breaking up with him so that he might take pleasure in his new “bird.” During the time that I was debating what course of action to take, my emotions ranged from fury to heartbreak.
After some time had passed, I once more snooped into his planner and discovered a new entry that was distinct from the one that had been there previously. 36-24-36 was written on it. Fair haired. A score of eight…” The victor this time was heartbreak. It hit me like a truck when I finally understood it. It wasn’t simply that my spouse was cheating on me; he was on an entirely different level.
Once again, I followed him to that new rendezvous, and this time I was prepared with mosquito repellent. When I arrived, I saw that she was there: another woman. I posed a lot of questions to myself as I made my way back home. That is, how many were there? Ought I to exact my vengeance? How is it? In what ways would he be more hurt?
I came to the conclusion that it was not worth it to destroy myself in order to fight Curtis. As soon as I returned home, I called a lawyer since I had sufficient evidence to obtain a divorce that would be favorable to me. Even though we started the process right away, I continued to maintain my silence. For the sake of my girls, I pretended that there was nothing wrong with me.
However, my soon-to-be-ex-husband had the guts to schedule a completely fresh meeting with a third woman for the following weekend of the following week. Behind his back, I made preparations for everything and made sure that my daughters were settled with my parents. For some reason, he failed to notice.
By the time I followed him once more on that Sunday, I was prepared. I walked out of the room as soon as he began making out with this unknown person. At first, I didn’t believe that I would be so upset, but eventually, all of my emotions came out. “How could you?” I inquired regarding everything and accused him of it.
It is to her credit that even the weird woman was taken aback by what I had to say. When I had finished venting all of my anger on Curtis, I immediately slapped the divorce papers into his chest. He then attempted to make explanations for his behavior.
After saying, “Good luck in court,” I walked away from the judge.
From that point on, everything went in my favor. I was awarded the majority of custody of our daughters, as well as the property and the majority of our money. Even though it was a difficult time in my life, I am relieved that I was able to uncover his infidelity before I had to spend even a single second with someone who could betray me in such a comprehensive manner.
