Womaan’s Evening Storyy

The world collapsed silently around me.

It wasn’t just a betrayal. It was a collapse. A brutal fall from everything I believed to be true: faith, role modeling, marriage, trust.

He had not gone to get closer to God.

He had gone away from us.

I went home without saying a word. I didn’t want to explode in front of the children. I locked myself in the bathroom. I looked at my reflection. I didn’t know if I wanted to cry, scream, or smash everything.

That evening he sent me a message:

“Everything is going well here. I’m thinking of you   .”

And I was still looking at his tent, his Bible, his boots… in my garage.

I don’t know what I’m going to do yet. But what I do know is that I’ll never fold his clothes over a lie again.

I will no longer believe in words disguised as prayers.

And I will never teach my children that faith is pretend.