I Suspected for Months. The Truth Was Worse Than I Imagined.
I’d suspected something for months before Karen finally told me what I already half-knew.
The confirmation, when it came, didn’t feel like relief. It felt like the floor disappearing.
What surprised me wasn’t the betrayal itself. It was how long I’d been willing to explain it away.
I’m still working out what comes next. But at least now I’m working from the truth, instead of a version I invented to protect myself.