My cheating husband would kill to have his perfect life
Theresa White, 41.
Watching my daughters pile sand on their dad’s legs, I smiled.
“We’re going to make you a mermaid,” Rachel*, seven, said, as she and her sister, Sophie*, five, dug with their little spades.
“Okay, but make me a pretty one,” my husband, Dallas, 41, joked.
We’d been married five years and had another baby due. Dallas was a great dad and worked various jobs as a car salesman and restaurant manager, while I worked in finance.
His mother, Karen*, 68, lived with us, too.
But our marriage wasn’t perfect. Over the years, Dallas became controlling, making all the decisions.
Most days, I was on edge, not knowing what mood he’d be in.
When our youngest, Dane* was…
