Updated: February 26, 2021
By Roger Gilmartin
It was all about the bathtub.
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Because of the age and needs of our son, we agreed that I would work during the day, and she would care for him, then I would come home, she would go to work, and I would care for him in the evening.
Before she would go to work, she would shower, get dressed for work, and then I would drop her off at her work. There were some co-workers that lived near us, and she could always get a ride home at the end of the shift, sometimes late evening, but sometimes it was early in the morning.
After several months of this schedule (which was hard as we didn’t have a lot of family together time), her pattern changed – now in addition to her showering before work, she started taking a bath after work.
Her job was working in a check clearing house, so she wasn’t doing hard labor of any kind, so it was a bit of a change. Also, whenever I asked her how long she would be working that night, she became more elusive, saying that they had taken over another department, etc., etc. and the workload was growing.
Each time she came home later, she would always take a bath before she came to bed.
After another while I tried to call her at work, and the people there said that she had finished up over an hour before and had left to join co-workers for a party. Yet, no word from her, and she didn’t arrive until after midnight. I began to have sickening feeling of what was going on.
I confronted her one night with what I had found out, and my suspicions – she confessed that she had been having an affair with a guy at work, and was spending a couple of hours with him each night.
Long story short (I know, too late) – we split up. I filed for divorce and for custody of my son. In the end, I won custody of my son.
Sadly, within a couple of months she stopped even contacting our son, even on his birthday. I had to try to tell him why his mother didn’t love him. My heart broke for him each time he would get ready to see her, and she didn’t show up.
To this day, the story is still sad.