The marriage was deteriorating faster than I could possibly find ways or even reasons to make it work—even with the pregnancy. Mathew’s infidelity became so out there for all to see that I could not possibly stay in the marriage. I had gotten used to these extremes—incredibly joyous half the time as we shared life’s adventure, then being disgusted and heartsick over how brazen his cheating could get. He was a wonderful father, but he had issues that did not make for a good husband then.
