When I asked my daughter if she had anyone else she wanted to invite to her birthday party, I didn’t expect what she told me. The truth came out that day, and a week later, I was forced to face it. It changed my life.
My husband, Jake, and I have been together for ten years, married for seven.
He’s a great guy who is kind, hardworking, and a little scatterbrained, but I never had any reason to doubt him until recently.
Earlier this year, Jake lost his job. While he’s been job hunting, I’ve been pulling long, full-time hours at work to keep things running smoothly. It’s been tough, but we’ve made it work.
Our five-year-old daughter, Ellie, loves spending extra time with him.
To her, Jake is her hero.
Life seemed normal enough… until last week.
Ellie’s birthday was coming up, and we were in full planning mode. As I sat with her one evening to finish the guest list, she caught me completely off guard.
I asked her to tell me who else she wanted to invite besides her friends and family members.
“Mommy, can I invite the pretty lady who comes to visit Daddy while you’re at work?” she asked.
I froze mid-sip of coffee as I tried to stay calm. “The pretty lady who visits Daddy?
What lady, sweetie?”
Ellie grinned, completely oblivious to the storm brewing in my chest.
“Yeah, the one with the long hair! She’s so nice! She says Daddy is kind, and she always gives him a big hug when she leaves.
Can she come? Please?”
I struggled to keep my voice steady despite my heart sinking.
“Sure, honey. Why don’t you invite her next time she’s here?”
Ellie beamed.
“Okay! I will! Thanks, Mommy!”
That night, I barely slept.
My mind swirled with questions, doubts, and a growing unease. Jake had never given me a reason to doubt him before, but Ellie’s innocent comment planted seeds of suspicion. Who was this “pretty lady”?
A friend? A neighbor? Or worse, someone I had never even heard of?
I also contemplated that my five-year-old might be imagining things, even though this did seem a bit extreme to have been made up.
I decided not to confront my husband and to ensure the stranger came to Ellie’s party because I wanted to see how things would play out.
The next evening, I decided to get more information. Over dinner, while my husband went to the bathroom, I casually asked Ellie, “Did you invite the pretty lady to your party?”
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