"It was an ordinary Tuesday morning when I borrowed my husband's laptop. Mine wasn't working and, needing to print something, I opened his. At that very moment, a notification pinged in the corner of the screen, revealing that my beloved marriage wasn't what I believed it to be. Clicking on that notification led me to countless more - all indisputable evidence of chronic infidelity."
"I fell to the floor in disbelief and then lay there next to a pool of my own vomit, as my brain scrambled to find a logical explanation. I hoped any of my mind's meager offerings were true: that I'd uncovered a stolen identity or perhaps had discovered a secret-agent-style operation that required my husband to create a fictitious persona. I didn't want to think that an undiagnosed brain tumor might be the cause, but decided it was the most likely culprit."
I borrowed my husband's laptop to print and discovered notifications that revealed chronic infidelity. I collapsed, vomited, and searched for alternate explanations — stolen identity, secret operation, or a brain tumor — but the evidence proved real. I filed for divorce and kept the discovery secret for three months, confiding only in a therapist and one friend. I felt a conflicting loyalty to the marriage and avoided gossip by inventing illnesses and commitments. I experienced persistent paranoia, pervasive unease, social withdrawal, and a complete loss of trust in others and in myself despite prior confidence.
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