It looks like news come all at once.
Nothing for months and then one day everything happens.
Your life is turned upside down and you have a new balance to find, if you have the strength to do so.
This friend was 12-weeks pregnant.
Now she is not anymore. She had a miscarriage because of a rare pathology that cannot be predicted and that does not give any hope of survival to the fetus.
It rarely happens, she won the lottery.
A free ride on miscarriage for a rare pathology.
She was trying to recover from this sad experience when she found out that her husband was having an affair with one of his colleagues. It had started before the pregnancy.
He was supporting his wife. By fucking another woman.
Everybody has his personal way to be helpful.
They split up.
He refused to leave the house where they lived together for a few years.
She left. She is at her parents' house right now. It's been two weeks.
The unbelievable detail, one more unbelievable detail, is that the house is hers!
I have no idea why he did not want to leave but in her shoes I would have kicked him out. I know it is easy to talk.
I hope they will be back again.
I like romances.
It is hard to see a happy ending.
In top of that I cannot imagine how hard it must be to go back to your parents' house and see them feeling sorry for you.