My husband began cheating on me when I was pregnant. I didn't know. I didn't know even while he was on his phone most the time when I was in the hospital giving birth and recovering from complications. I didn't know when I was my most vulnerable and trusted him for 6 months after.

But what I think sucks the most is that my son will never have the normal family I wanted growing up. The family I swore I would give my children.

A friend posted beautiful pictures of her family. I loved them and commented that her family was just beautiful and she replied mine was too.

But I don't feel like it is.

I know it's not

It hurts so much that I failed