My husband of 10 years cheated on me with my best friend. I caught him red-handed, and after the incident, he left without even trying to explain anything. It hurt so much, I was depressed and barely ate or went out for 2 months.
One day, my doorbell rang. I opened the door and froze in shock. There was my MIL, holding a big black garbage bag.
She looked me in the eye, silently nodded her head and said, “I know you’re falling apart, I don’t approve of my son’s infidelity. I didn’t raise him to be such a selfish, toxic and disrespectful person. I came here to let you know that I’m with you, I want to support you and help you recover.
Let’s take this garbage bag and put there all his belongings, we’ll throw them in the trash and here will start your new life, without the trashy acts of my son.”
I didn’t know how to thank her. I silently hugged her, she smiled, and this was the moment I realized I had enough strength to move on.