I screwed up a few times in my lifetime. Who hasn’t? But I’m talking about real fuck ups that hurt other people close to me or myself. This story, I would say, was on the list of fuck ups. First of all, marriage is not something you should take lightly. It takes discipline, patience, understanding, communication, SEX, honesty, and the list goes on and on. My marriage, just like any other relationship, had its ups and downs, went sideways at times, good and bad times, cheating and lies, the usual shit couples go through, right? After I had my second child though, I became less tolerable and definitely less patient, especially because I now had proof that he was being unfaithful to me. I became very unhappy with my living situation because he was out at all hours of the night and I was home constantly with two young children with no time for myself. Everyone needs time for themselves! Everyone! The ex-husband, which I will call “Douche Bag,” became a little more distant and stopped giving me his attention like he used to. Duh, he was too busy fucking other women! Every time I would confront him, he would twist the truth and manipulate me to believe I was crazy and making shit up in my head. Guess what? I wasn’t crazy! He was actually cheating the whole 14 years (which I didn’t find out until years after the divorce)! Secondly, marriage is hard work, but when someone is being unfaithful and deceitful, then it puts a different burden on the relationship. Just so you all know, I was a good girl for 14 straight years (OK, maybe 12), but who's counting. By good girl, I mean I didn’t fuck around while I was with my husband. In this day and age, I deserve a fucking medal for that! My husband, on the other hand, was cheating for the entire 14 years (even when we were on vacation together). Seriously? I didn’t know it was that bad until it ended, but Jesus Christ the entire time? Disgusting, to say the least.