When my husband, Robert, broke down the bathroom door holding proof of my affair with Derrick, I did the only thing I could do—I lied. I tried to diffuse the situation by creating more lies that would calm him down. I could not lose my husband, after all; although I was having an affair, I loved my husband dearly. After he entered the bathroom, he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the shower. He pulled my towel off the hook and threw it in my face.
“Cover yourself up,” he said. The tone in his voice was unlike anything I had heard before. I could also sense the sadness in his tone as well. “What the hell is this? Are you having an affair?”
“No, of course not! How could you even question me about that?” I sounded sincere. “I can explain,” I said.
I asked him to take a seat on the bed and I threw on a satin slip. When I tried sitting next to him, he pushed me away and asked me to stay away from him. He said that I could speak without being close to him. I could see the sadness in his eyes and I could hear the hurt in his voice. My heart was breaking. I promised my husband that I would be faithful and that I would never betray his trust. And there I stood, with five months worth of stories to tell about an affair that I was participating in. I felt broken inside. I knew that if I did not say the right thing at that moment, I would lose everything. My husband, money, and any stability that I had would be gone forever. If he found out that I cheated, I would be entitled to nothing.
“Derrick gave it to me,” I said. My head was still going in circles and I wasn’t sure where I was going, but I knew it had to be partly true in order to get out alive.
“That’s obvious. I read the card,” he said as he stared at me, waiting for me to continue. When I didn’t say anything, he threw the card and dress at me and yelled, “Explain!”
I took a deep breath. “Derrick gave it to me a long time ago. When we—”
“I don’t believe you,” Robert interrupted. “All of these new things you’ve been buying these past few months, are they from him?” He stood up. “Have you been having an ongoing affair?”
This was the moment of truth. Do I fess up to my mistake, or cover it up with even more lies? I had about a split second to make this life-changing decision…