i couldn't walk for 3 days... | True Infidelity Story

the evening began like any other with the soft glow of the living room lamp Illuminating the photographs on the mantle each frame told a story a frozen moment in time that now felt distant and foreign my name is Elanor and if you'd asked me a week ago I would have told you that my life while imperfect was steady but now the ground beneath me feels unstable as though I'm standing on a precipice unsure of what lies ahead it all began with a knock at the door I wasn't expecting anyone and the rhythmic tapping sent a

shiver through me pulling my cardigan tight I opened the door to see my son Alex standing there his face pale and his eyes clouded with something I couldn't quite Place mom he said his voice barely audible can I can I come in I stepped aside concern rising in my chest Alex wasn't the type to show vulnerability easily at 25 he was independent strong willed and fiercely protective of me it had been just the two of us since his father Richard had walked out nearly a decade ago leaving behind more questions than answers we sat in

the kitchen the hum of the refrigerator the only sound between us I poured us each a cup of tea but Alex didn't touch his instead he stared into the steaming liquid his hands clenched around the mug what's wrong I finally asked unable to Bear the silence any longer he looked up at me his eyes filled with an emotion I couldn't name I've been thinking about Dad he said the mention of Richard's name was like a slap I hadn't heard it spoken aloud in years and it brought with it a flood of memories I'd worked hard

to bury what about him I asked cautiously Alex hesitated then said Do you ever regret staying mom staying with him for as long as you did his question caught me off guard regret was a word I'd avoided for so long afraid that acknowledging it would unravel everything I'd fought to hold together but now faced with Alex's Earnest gaze I felt comp to answer honestly I don't regret giving you a family I said slowly but I do regret the years I spent convincing myself that things would get better when they never did Alex nodded his expression

pained I always thought it was my fault he admitted that if I'd been a better son maybe he would have stayed no I said firmly Reaching Across the table to grasp his hand Richard's choices were his own you were just a child Alex none of this was ever your fault we sat in silence for a while the weight of the past settling around us like a heavy blanket finally Alex broke the quiet I've been having dreams about him he said about the day he left my heart clenched that day was etched in my memory like

a scar Richard's hurried ation his refusal to meet my eyes and the way Alex had clung to my leg crying as his father walked out the door what do you dream about I asked softly it's not always the same Alex replied sometimes he's angry sometimes he's just gone but in every dream I feel like I'm the one to blame tears pricked my eyes but I blinked them away Alex I said my voice trembling you were never to blame your father made his choices and they had nothing to do with you that night after Alex had

gone to bed I found myself unable to sleep I paced the living room the Moonlight casting Long Shadows across the floor my mind was racing replaying our conversation over and over for so long I'd tried to Shield Alex from the pain of Richard's abandonment but now I realized that in doing so I'd left him to carry that burden alone the next morning I resolved to talk to Alex again I needed him to understand that he wasn't alone in his pain that we could face it together over breakfast I broached the subject cautiously Alex I've been

thinking about what you said last night I began he looked up from his plate his expression guarded yeah I think it's time we stopped pretending that everything's okay I said we need to talk about what happened about how it's affected both of us Alex hesitated then nodded okay he said where do we start we spent the day talking really talking we shared memories some painful some bittersweet we cried and laughed and for the first time in years I felt a sense of release as though a weight I hadn't even realized I was carrying had been

lifted but as the sun began to set a new tension crept into the room Alex's gaze lingered on me and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he wasn't saying finally he broke the silence mom there's something else I need to tell you he said his voice barely above a whisper my heart raced what is it Alex looked away his jaw tightening I've been seeing someone he said relief washed over me but it was short-lived the way he said it the tension in his voice told me there was more to the story who

is it I asked gently he hesitated then said it's someone I work with her name's Sarah but there's a problem what kind of problem Alex died running a hand through his hair she's married the room seemed to tilt I stared at Alex struggling to process his words Alex no I said my voice firm you can't do this you know how much pain infidelity causes I know Mom he said his voice cracking but it's not that simple she's unhappy and I I care about her I shook my head tears welling up Alex you deserve someone who

can give you their whole heart not someone who's tied to someone else I didn't plan for this to happen he said his voice Rising I didn't ask for it but now that it has I can't just walk away we argued late into the night our voices echoing through the house I begged him to reconsider to think about the consequences but Alex was stubborn and I could see that his heart was already entangled in the days that followed our relationship grew strained we spoke less and when we did it was clipped and tense I felt like

I was losing him and it terrified me one evening as I sat alone in the living room the weight of everything crashing down on me Alex walked in he sat down across from me his expression somber mom he said his voice soft I ended it relief flooded through me but it was tempered by the sadness in his eyes are you okay I asked he shook his head number but I will be that night we talked for hours and for the first time in weeks I felt a glimmer of hope Alex was hurting but he was

strong and I knew he would get through this as I watched him sleep on the couch his face PE for the first time in days I realized how much he'd grown he wasn't a boy anymore he was a man navigating the complexities of Life the best he could in the weeks that followed Alex and I grew closer than ever we faced our pain together and in doing so we found a new Strength our bond was unshakable forged through hardship and healing and while the scar scars of the past would always remain they were a testament

to our resilience because in the end it wasn't the pain that defined us it was the love that saw us through