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

From our bedroom, I can see the driveway.

I watched him walk to our old white van, slide the side door open, climb in, and close it behind him.

He didn’t come back inside until it was getting light out.

It happened again.

And again.

Almost two weeks of the same routine.

Bedtime.

Then he goes:

Front door.

Van.

I barely slept. My mind filled in every blank.

Is he talking to someone? Is he doing drugs?

Does he hate me that much? Is this like… a slow-motion leaving?

I wanted to ask, but how do you say, “Why are you secretly sleeping in the van?” and not sound insane?

One morning, I tried to ease into it.

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