The Mystery Necklace
My husband’s therapist recommended he stop drinking for his mental health, but he didn’t listen. He told everyone that he was sober, but I could see straight through his lie. Anyway, at one point, his ankle gave out and he ended up breaking our glass shower.
He needed to get surgery on it, which sucked because he already had two surgeries on his ankle when he was a marine. I brought him to the hospital where we spent the night. Later, when we came home, I started cleaning around the house and I found a necklace I didn’t recognize.
When I confronted him about it, his reaction made my blood boil—he accused me of putting it there and he denied cheating on me. I believed him and continued to be a good wife. I treated his many stitches on his back, butt, arms, and legs while working over 50 hours a week.
Two months later, I found out who owned the necklace—some girl was wearing it in a racy photo that was on his phone. I immediately left. Story credit: Reddit / (terrifiedofgolfcarts)