Confession

It got to the point that I needed to come clean with my husband. The strain of dealing with services and keeping it from him was not helping my mental health. Plus he needed to know. He deserved to know. It had gone too far without him knowing.

I told him everything one evening sobbing in distress. I felt like I had betrayed him and I feared he would leave me. I had created a web of lies and what he thought was reality was not what he thought at all. I felt like I was in pieces but goodness knows what husband was experiencing. Little did I know that the social services event would continue to haunt us both in different ways.

He was understanding and though shocked he didn’t get angry or cross with me. I realised how lucky I was to have him as my husband. I had deeply hurt him and although I would like to say this would be the last time I would do so, I’m afraid to say I would betray him again.