I'm Cheating on You

“I’m cheating on you.” Gleb said these words calmly, like he was just reporting that he’d gone to get milk. “Forgive me—what?” I stupidly snickered, unable to keep myself together. “I’m cheating on you,” my husband answered. “Did you see yourself in the mirror? You’ve let yourself go—you stopped taking care of yourself.” He mocked with a quiet snort and arched his dark brow. “Or did you think it would be fine? While I stood there, shocked, not understanding anything, feeling as if someone had poured a bucket of filth on my head, Gleb repeated it for the third time: “I’m cheating on you.” Yes, I’m not perfect. Yes, I gained a few pounds after giving birth. But all those years of our marriage I tried to match my husband. Until I heard three terrible words: “I’m cheating on you.”