It's been 777 days since my partner came home from work one day and told me "we need to talk" and I'm finally OK.

I mean, of course, she was pregnant, and infertile and she had an affair to get pregnant.<br><br>It has been 777 days since my whole world came crashing down. It felt like the end of the world, and it kind of was. I was broken like never before. Try to imagine the hurt and betrayal that it is to find out what you thought was yours is actually someone else's. It is indescribable. The pain was so immense that I could actually feel it in my bones, in the marrow, and it was parasiting me from the inside.<br><br>I've been on the verge of giving up so many times. It's so hard to describe. It hurt so bad and for so long. And when you feel that hurt for so long, you kind of get used to it, but you're never the same. The only thing I wanted was for the hurt to stop, but it just wouldn't. Even now, it's still there, deep inside my bones but it's manageable now.<br><br>Something lifted off my shoulders today, literally, physically. I feel like I can finally start my healing journey. All the people that helped me along the way, thank God for you.<br><br>If you're feeling what I was during the last 2 years, just know there is hope. Never give up. It will feel like it but you're never alone.<br><br>Thank you for listening, and thank you for your love.<br><br>P.S. I know I'm not 100% healed, and maybe I will never be, but for the first time in 2 years I feel like I can be again.