by Sue Bluze

Created on: January 18, 2010   Last Updated: January 19, 2010

I was 28 and had been married for just over a year to the man of my dreams, we had met when I was 23, got engaged, saved hard and bought out first home and were now I thought happily married. Little did I know he had been having an affair with a good friend of mine for over 6 months. His family had their own carpet fitting and floor laying business and I was used to him having to work late several nights a week.  In fact, to help save for the house and the wedding I worked a second job 3 evenings a week and he would always pick me up from my work place. Quite often he would turn up having recently showered and changed and whisk me off for a meal or a drink before going home so we could have a good time together. He covered his tracks well.  What I didn't know was that through out our relationship he had taken advantage of many of the numerous offers that came his way when he was out fitting carpets, and when he stood up in church and said the line about forsaking all others he thought it didn't apply to him.

On the day i found out I returned home early as I had taken ill at work at my day job and  instead of going straight out to my evening job had been to the Doctors for a check up. There I discovered I was almost 10 weeks pregnant despite being on the pill, I was so happy, it wasnt planned and money was tight but I was going to be a Mum!

I tried to phone my husband and tell him the good news but there was no reply at the office or on his mobile, not an unusual occurrence when he was working. So I went home, early,  and there I found my husband and so called friend in a state of undress on the lounge carpet - it was pretty obvious what they had been doing. I was devastated, numb with shock, so hurt I could barely string two words together let alone a sentence. Something inside me snapped, shattered, fragmented never to be the same again.  I threw her out and slumped into the chair in a catatonic state. Now, looking back I believe I had a mental and emotional breakdown.

I didn't tell my husband I was pregnant, I didn't tell anyone I was pregnant.  I wanted him to stay with me because he wanted to, then as he made feeble excuses as to what had happened I wasn't even sure I wanted him around at all.  For the next week we argued, talked, argued again until on the Friday I refused his request to allow him to continue to see both of us as he wasn't sure which of us he loved most. I threw him out and he went

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