About a month ago I was sitting at home with my two kids…excuse me OUR two kids when I get a phone call. “Pack up all of your shit and be out by 12pm the next day.” It was my husband. Though we’ve only been married a year we’ve dated for 4 years prior and this completely blindsided me. Upon talking with him he explains that he’s tired of me going out all the time, but I was still confused because he understood my job as a party promoter, or at least I thought he did. 11am rolls around the next day (the day I’m supposed to be out) and I hear a knock on the door as I’m crying packing my stuff wondering what other reason he could have for doing this. Until the other reason presented itself right at “my” doorstep. I’ve seen her before she was a model for my friend who was a photographer. “Do I leave my stuff now or do I wait till he gets back?” I’m extremely torn at the point. He’s moving another woman in??? We’re not even divorced yet. A week goes by and he’s calling my phone asking how to get rid of her, that things she said made her undesirable to him and he wants her out. “Just say to her what you said to me” I texted. The day after that he’s calling me telling me I’m so much better than her. How he loves me. He missed me. I can’t lie and say I didn’t miss him or that it didn’t feel good to have heard that after all this. But that’s where the problem lies…”after all this.” I was pushed out to become homeless, I now felt insecure in a relationship with him, I didn’t and don’t trust him. We’re now “friends” and it still is weird to be that with all his passes. It hurts everyday but I know I can’t go back.