I exist. None of you know it as you read the pretty prose he writes. He talks about failed marriages. Plural. But the thing is, he never talks about me. Yet, I exist in his life. That second marriage didn't fail. Although, it hangs on by a thread. Loads of women swoon at his words and become all aflutter when he professes his undying love for another publicly. Yet, here I am. I exist. I am the one he's married to. And none of you even suspect it.
He once portrayed me publicly as an Ogress, yet everyone thought it was just a fairy tale. He told everyone of his unhappiness and he was encouraged to leave. No one thought about the other side of the story. No one suggested that his unhappiness might just be in himself and not lie with me. And no one suggested that he ditch his online love and work on things with the one he's married to. No, it was easier to support the online one, the romance everyone wishes they could live. No one supports the one behind the scenes. The invisible one. The one who has given her everything to him. Me. My love, my support, my strength, my understanding and my tears.
I have stood by him, through good times and bad. I have loved him through sickness and health. I have stood by his bed in the emergency room more than once during our short marriage, and prayed to every god I could think of that he would be alright. I have loved him through richer and poorer. And God help me, I love him still.
Not everything written is the truth. Nor is everyone exactly who they portray themselves to be. And there are always two sides to every story.