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

On the drive home, everything looked weirdly bright.

Same crappy strip malls. Same potholes.

Same grocery store.

But it all felt like extra.

In the car, Jake was quiet for a long time. Then:

I laughed. “Yeah,” I said.

“You’re stuck with me in the bed again. Sorry.”

The mattress is gone from the van now. It’s back to being just a van.

But the notebooks, the photos, the recordings?

We kept them.

They’re in labeled bins in our closet.

Sometimes, when the kids are asleep and the house is finally quiet, we pull one out and read a little.

“How We Met.” Or “Reasons Your Mom Is Cooler Than She Thinks.” Or “Stuff I Hope You Forgive Me For Someday.”

We laugh.

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