{"id":7078,"date":"2025-01-20T03:33:50","date_gmt":"2025-01-20T03:33:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/?p=7078"},"modified":"2025-01-20T03:33:52","modified_gmt":"2025-01-20T03:33:52","slug":"i-couldnt-understand-my-husbands-distance-until-i-discovered-the-unusual-bills-story-of-the-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/archives\/7078","title":{"rendered":"I Couldn\u2019t Understand My Husband\u2019s Distance Until I Discovered the Unusual Bills \u2013 Story of the Day"},"content":{"rendered":"
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At nine months pregnant, I thought bending over to clean would be the hardest part of my life. But my husband\u2019s distance and a shocking discovery in his closet made me question everything. When I uncovered strange bills and a truth he\u2019d been hiding, I knew I had to face what was tearing us apart.\n

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Cleaning at almost nine months pregnant was exhausting. My back ached with every movement, and my swollen feet protested as I shuffled from one corner of the room to the next.\n\n

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But the mess had built up to the point where even I, usually able to overlook clutter, couldn\u2019t ignore it anymore.\n\n

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The sight of dust on every surface seemed to mock me, whispering that I wasn\u2019t keeping up. And if I didn\u2019t care enough to tackle it, who else would?\n\n

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As I wiped the shelf holding our family photos, my hands paused over a frame. A lump formed in my throat as I picked up the picture of Aaron and me.\n\n

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The joy on our faces was so genuine back then. I could still hear the laughter from that day\u2014the day we cut into the cake and saw blue frosting, surrounded by cheers and smiles. We were having a boy. I thought it was the happiest day of my life.\n\n

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Aaron\u2019s mom had talked endlessly about how I\u2019d finally understand her experience as a mother of boys.\n\n

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Her voice had a sharpness to it, though, like she wasn\u2019t truly welcoming me into her world.\n\n

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She had disliked me from the start and was never shy about sharing her opinion that I wasn\u2019t the right match for her son.\n\n

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I tried everything to win her over, but nothing seemed good enough.\n\n

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A tear slipped down my cheek as I put the frame back. That picture didn\u2019t feel real anymore.\n\n

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Lately, Aaron barely looked at me. He was quiet, distracted, and distant. He came home late without explanations, leaving me to wonder and worry.\n\n

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I couldn\u2019t help but feel like he was hiding something, even though I desperately wanted to believe he wasn\u2019t.\n\n

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I heard the door open and moved quickly to the hallway, trying to push away the uneasiness building inside me. Aaron was there, looking tired and distracted.\n\n

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\u201cHey,\u201d I said, hoping my voice sounded warm.\n\n

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\u201cHey,\u201d he muttered without meeting my eyes.\n\n

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I hesitated. \u201cI\u2019ve been cleaning all afternoon,\u201d I said, forcing a light tone. \u201cAnd while I was dusting, I started thinking about your mom. The closer I get to my due date, the less she\u2019s been on my mind. I haven\u2019t heard from her in a while.\u201d\n\n

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I smiled, trying to make it sound like a joke. \u201cThink she\u2019s finally warming up to me now that I\u2019m about to join the \u2018boy mom\u2019 club?\u201d\n\n

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Aaron shrugged, his face blank. \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d he said, brushing past me toward the bedroom.\n\n

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I followed him, watching as he changed out of his work clothes into jeans and a plain shirt. It wasn\u2019t the usual comfortable outfit he wore to relax at home.\n\n

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\u201cAre you going out?\u201d I asked, my chest tightening.\n\n

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\u201cYeah, I\u2019ve got some errands,\u201d he said, avoiding eye contact.\n\n

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\u201cWhat kind of errands?\u201d I pressed, feeling the tension rise in my voice.\n\n

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\u201cNothing big,\u201d he replied, heading toward the door.\n\n

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\u201cWhy won\u2019t you talk to me?\u201d I said louder, trailing after him. \u201cYou barely say anything these days! If you\u2019re cheating, just tell me!\u201d\n\n

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Aaron stopped and turned to face me, his eyes wide. \u201cCheating? Veronica, no. How can you even think that?\u201d\n\n

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\u201cWhat else am I supposed to think?\u201d I cried, my voice breaking.\n\n

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\u201cI\u2019m not cheating. I just\u2026 I\u2019m dealing with things. I didn\u2019t want to tell you because you don\u2019t need the stress,\u201d he said, resting a hand on my belly.\n\n

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\u201cAnd now? Do I look calm to you?\u201d I snapped, tears threatening to spill.\n\n

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Aaron sighed. \u201cIt\u2019s fine. You\u2019re overthinking this,\u201d he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead before walking out the door.\n\n

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I felt hollow like the air had been knocked out of me. My mind churned with questions I couldn\u2019t answer.\n\n

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My heart ached as I stared at my phone, desperate for clarity. I texted my friend, Katherine, hoping she\u2019d help me sort through the mess in my head.\n\n

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Something\u2019s off with Aaron. He\u2019s distant and hiding something.\n\n

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@Katherine\n\n

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I read that a lot of men cheat when their wives are pregnant because they don\u2019t find them attractive anymore.\n\n

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I swallowed hard, rereading her words. My chest tightened as I typed my reply.\n\n

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Do you think that\u2019s possible?\n\n

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@Katherine\n\n

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You should check his stuff.\n\n

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Her suggestion made me hesitate, but doubt gnawed at me. I turned off my phone and went to the bedroom.\n\n

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Opening Aaron\u2019s closet felt like crossing a line, but my hands moved on their own.\n\n

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Drawers, shelves\u2014I searched until I found a small gift box behind a stack of sweaters.\n\n

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My stomach dropped as I lifted the lid. I saw a lace lingerie, delicate and expensive-looking.\n\n

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My hands trembled. Aaron had never given me anything like this before. This wasn\u2019t mine.\n\n

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I grabbed my phone, barely able to see through the tears welling up.\n\n

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@Me\n\n

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Where are you???\n\n

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The message stayed unread. I sank onto the bed, clutching the box, sobbing until exhaustion overtook me.\n\n

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When sleep came, it offered no comfort, only a restless haze of worry. My marriage felt like it was slipping away, and I didn\u2019t know how to stop it.\n\n

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When I woke up the next morning, the house felt eerily quiet. I glanced at Aaron\u2019s side of the bed. It looked untouched.\n\n

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Had he even come home? I couldn\u2019t remember hearing the door or his footsteps. A knot formed in my stomach as I made my way downstairs.\n\n

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In the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks. There was a plate of scrambled eggs and toast sitting neatly on the counter.\n\n

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He had been here, after all. My eyes lingered on the food, but I felt no appetite. This wasn\u2019t an apology; it was avoidance. He thought breakfast would fix things.\n\n

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I picked up the plate, ready to throw it away, but a mess in the trash bin caught my eye.\n\n

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Among crumpled napkins and wrappers was a pile of shredded paper. Something about it looked deliberate. Curious, I set the plate down and pulled the scraps from the bin.\n\n

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At the table, I pieced them together slowly, my hands shaking. They were bills, though the details were incomplete.\n\n

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No addresses, no logos\u2014just amounts and dates. My mind raced with questions.\n\n

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I pushed the papers aside and sank into a chair. I\u2019d had enough of guessing. I needed to hear the truth\u2014from Aaron.\n\n

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So I sat and waited, watching the clock, determined to confront him the moment he walked through the door.\n\n

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When Aaron came home that evening, I was sitting in the kitchen. The bills I had pieced together were spread out on the table in front of me. My heart pounded as he walked in.\n\n

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\u201cCare to explain?\u201d I asked, keeping my voice steady.\n\n

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Aaron stopped short when he saw the papers. \u201cDamn. I forgot to take out the trash,\u201d he said, his face tense.\n\n

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\u201cThat\u2019s all you have to say?!\u201d My voice cracked with anger.\n\n

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\u201cVeronica, I\u2014\u201d\n\n

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\u201cWhat? You avoid me, you keep disappearing, I find lingerie in your drawer, and now this?!\u201d I slammed my hand on the table, my frustration spilling out.\n\n

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Aaron\u2019s shoulders sagged. \u201cThey\u2019re hospital bills,\u201d he said, barely above a whisper.\n\n

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\u201cHospital bills? For who?\u201d I asked, my confusion mixing with anger.\n\n

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\u201cMy mom,\u201d he said, his voice soft.\n\n

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\u201cSara? She\u2019s sick? Why didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d I stood, my heart sinking.\n\n

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\u201cI didn\u2019t want to worry you. You\u2019ve got enough going on. And I know how things are between you and her. I thought you\u2019d be upset that I\u2019ve been spending money on her, especially with the baby coming,\u201d he said, not meeting my eyes.\n\n

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\u201cAaron, that\u2019s ridiculous! She\u2019s your mom. If she\u2019s sick, of course, I\u2019d want to support you\u2014and her,\u201d I said, my voice firm.\n\n

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\u201cI didn\u2019t think of that,\u201d he admitted, looking defeated.\n\n

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\u201cAnd the lingerie?\u201d I asked, crossing my arms.\n\n

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\u201cIt was supposed to be for you. You\u2019ve been feeling insecure, so I thought it might make you feel special,\u201d he said in a low voice.\n\n

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I sighed, my anger giving way to exhaustion. \u201cI\u2019m still upset. You hid all this from me. I\u2019m your wife, Aaron. It hurts that you didn\u2019t trust me.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cI know. I\u2019m sorry,\u201d he said, sounding regretful.\n\n

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\u201cI need some time to think,\u201d I said, sitting back down.\n\n

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Aaron nodded and walked out quietly, and I heard the front door close. The house fell silent again.\n\n

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Two hours later, I stood outside Sara\u2019s hospital room, clutching a box with her favorite cherry pie inside. My nerves felt raw, but I knocked softly. The door creaked as I stepped in.\n\n

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Aaron was by her side, holding her hand. His face brightened when he saw me.\n\n

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\u201cVeronica?\u201d Sara said, her voice filled with surprise as she shifted to sit up.\n\n

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\u201cNo, don\u2019t get up,\u201d I said quickly, stepping closer. \u201cI brought you some cherry pie. I remembered it\u2019s your favorite.\u201d\n\n

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Sara\u2019s eyes softened. \u201cOh, thank you, Veronica. That\u2019s so thoughtful of you.\u201d\n\n

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I hesitated before speaking. \u201cI\u2019m sorry I haven\u2019t visited sooner,\u201d I began, my voice wavering.\n\n

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