· Grief

You destroyed our marriage vows. Gutted what was left of the sacredness. Ripped apart my trust. Tore down the life I thought we built.

Broke my heart.

If you had smashed me over the head with a baseball bat, and left me unconscious in the street, it would be obvious that I was in pain.

If you had stabbed me in the chest with a knife, and left me bleeding out in our bed, everyone would know.

A hurricane has hit my life at a category 5 level, and I am wrecked.

But from the outside, everything is normal.