My Husband Started Sneaking Out to His Van Every Night – When I Found Out the Truth, I Couldn’t Stop Crying

“And you didn’t tell me,” I whispered.

He finally looked up. His eyes were glassy.

“You were about to have major surgery,” he said. “You were already terrified, barely sleeping.

I sat in the parking lot for an hour trying to figure out how to tell you. I couldn’t do it.”

“What about after?” I asked. “After Theo was born?

You still didn’t tell me.”

He nodded, tears spilling over his cheeks.

“I tried,” he said. “Every time I opened my mouth, you were holding the baby, or crying in the shower, or chasing Maddie while your incision still hurt. It felt like I was about to drop a bomb on you.”

“So instead you snuck out to the van every night,” I said.

“And you did this.”

He glanced at the notebook.

“I couldn’t sleep in our bed without losing it,” he said. “I’d lie there and think, ‘What if this is the last time?’ And I’d start panicking.”

He took a shaky breath.

“So I went outside,” he said. “I told myself I’d sleep there until I got myself together.

And then I started… preparing.”

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