As I sort through my healing, there is one day I have been putting off dealing with. It was before I knew what was going on. But this day...is the day all the alarms went off in my head. It was the 2018 state tournament, and my daughter was competing. It was the day Debra showed up with her daughter to watch the tournament. I was completely baffled as to why she would come? My MIL and BIL were there as well. When she showed up, the dynamic changed. My husband lit up and he was overly animated. They closed up their little conversation group and guess who was not included? Me. I will never forget the feeling I had. I will never forget how I watched her interact with my family members and how she reached out and touched my husband as she laughed at something he said. How she distracted me from what was important, my daughter. I remember the sinking feeling of suspicion and how after that, I started to put pieces together and eventually found proof. She wasn't there to watch a tournament, she was there to check me out, to brazenly see my husband with me there, and to get a feel for her place and chances. And she got it because while she was there, D and I didn't exist... AT ALL! In fact, when D won the round to put her in the gold medal match, he was so busy with Debra, he didn't notice.
This is the day. This is where I changed. This is the turning point. It ramped up from here. He became more and more involved with her. To the point where he went from NEVER missing any of Ds tournaments or school events to missing all of them. For what? For HER?
This day. This awful day.
"You say I'm crazy / 'Cause you don't think I know what you've done / But when you call me baby / I know I'm not the only one"
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