The Full Story of the Most Unhinged Thing you’ve Ever Done when you found out your spouse cheated

If you saw my viral comment on @jaqueelizabeth’s reel… this is the full version. As requested!

So all this happened in 2006, I was 24.

My then-husband told me he was going to Paris for a work weekend. The night he left, he realized he’d forgotten his passport and asked me to pack up our kids—including our baby—and drive two hours in the dark to meet him halfway. I did it, and since I was already halfway to my parents’ place, I decided to carry on and stay with them for the weekend.

The next night, while at my parents’ house, I was checking emails on the computer, and I noticed a Facebook notification from a girl. His FB password had been changed, but he’d forgotten to lock down his email. So I used the recovery option to get into his account.

What I found still makes my blood boil: weeks of sexts, hotel bookings, lingerie orders, and an actual itinerary of their weekend—including a posh hotel with a hot tub and details of what he planned to do to her.

I lost it. I was with my sister and exploded with some of the worst profanity you can imagine—right in front of my extremely parents.

My sister and I drove three hours back to my house. Once there, I made a bonfire in the garden with every single one of his possessions. Clothes, documents, personal items—gone. I was watching it burn when I picked up my sister’s phone and texted him to say the baby and I had died in a car crash.

He lost his mind. Started frantically calling everyone. I told my parents and family not to answer the phone no matter what. He ended up getting his best friend to call every hospital between our home in Hampshire and my parents’ house in South Wales.

Meanwhile, I remembered where he kept his classic car (in a garage he thought I didn’t know about). I had a spare key, so I drove it back to my parents’ and sold it.

Eventually, someone in his friend group managed to get through to my dad—who, still in the dark, gave up the game. My husband came back in a panic and then disregarded what he had done and it all became about what I had done. I packed up the house and moved back to south Wales. For months he begged to meet. Claimed he “couldn’t go through with it,” that the girl was threatening suicide, and he loved me too much. Spoiler: lies.

Somehow, I gave him another chance.

We spent the next 7 years in a horrible, anxious mess of a relationship where I was made out to be the villain. He gaslit me constantly and “worked away” most weekends.

One of those weekends, I started hemorrhaging and was rushed to hospital for surgery and a blood transfusion. He refused to come back.

That was it. I’d finally had enough and left, filed for divorce, and never looked back.

The kicker?
He was playing happy families with someone else that whole time he was away on the weekends.