After a time-consuming and hard work trip that lasted for a week, I was looking forward to returning home and looking forward to the companionship of my husband David at the airport.

My expectations were dashed when I received his cold text message since he had chosen to pick up a friend’s wife from the gym rather than coming to greet me when I returned.

In addition to the act of betrayal itself, knowing that I was not his first priority was a terrible realization to come to terms with.

While I was standing in the arrivals hall by myself, I was overcome with feelings of dissatisfaction and anger. Continues…