{"id":11406,"date":"2026-02-17T08:23:22","date_gmt":"2026-02-17T08:23:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dynenews.com\/?p=11406"},"modified":"2026-02-17T08:23:22","modified_gmt":"2026-02-17T08:23:22","slug":"i-came-home-early-and-caught-my-husband-kissing-my-best-friend-so-i-invited-her-to-dinner-and-served-them-the-truth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dynenews.com\/?p=11406","title":{"rendered":"I Came Home Early and Caught My Husband Kissing My Best Friend\u2014So I Invited Her to Dinner and Served Them the Truth"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I\u2019ve been married to\u00a0Scott<\/strong>\u00a0for twelve years.<\/p>\n

Twelve long years of believing love meant sacrifice.<\/p>\n

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We had three beautiful kids, a decent home, and the kind of life people on Facebook would call \u201cblessed.\u201d<\/p>\n

But behind the family photos and holiday smiles, I was exhausted.<\/p>\n

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I worked full-time\u2014real work, deadlines, meetings, emails\u2014then came home to a second full-time job.<\/p>\n

Packing lunches. Folding laundry at midnight. Scrubbing sticky fingerprints off the fridge. Paying bills. Scheduling doctor appointments. Remembering birthdays. Buying gifts. Cleaning bathrooms.<\/p>\n

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And every night, I told myself the same lie:<\/p>\n

This is what marriage looks like. This is normal.<\/em><\/p>\n

Scott didn\u2019t help much.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d say things like, \u201cI work hard too,\u201d even though his job ended at 5 p.m., while mine never ended.<\/p>\n

But I didn\u2019t complain.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t want to be the \u201cnagging wife.\u201d<\/p>\n

I wanted to be the strong one.<\/p>\n

The dependable one.<\/p>\n

The kind of woman who kept her family together.<\/p>\n

And I had help.<\/p>\n

Or at least I thought I did.<\/p>\n

Her name was\u00a0April<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

April was my best friend, my neighbor, and the person I trusted most outside of my own family.<\/p>\n

She lived two houses down, and she was in my life so deeply that she felt like a sister.<\/p>\n

We had coffee every morning.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d come over in leggings and a messy bun, sit at my kitchen counter, and talk with me while I made breakfast for the kids.<\/p>\n

She helped me with school pickups.<\/p>\n

She watched my youngest when I had errands.<\/p>\n

She hugged me when I cried after stressful workdays.<\/p>\n

She listened when I said I felt invisible in my marriage.<\/p>\n

And every time she\u2019d say, \u201cMegan, you deserve the world.\u201d<\/p>\n

I believed her.<\/p>\n

God, I believed her.<\/p>\n

One day, my boss canceled a meeting last minute.<\/p>\n

I finished my work early and decided to go home\u2014unexpectedly.<\/p>\n

I remember feeling excited.<\/p>\n

Not because I expected romance, but because I thought maybe I could surprise my kids. Maybe we could have an early movie night. Maybe I could rest for once.<\/p>\n

When I pulled into the driveway, I noticed something strange.<\/p>\n

Scott\u2019s car was home.<\/p>\n

That wasn\u2019t unusual. Sometimes he came home early.<\/p>\n

But I didn\u2019t see April\u2019s car in her driveway.<\/p>\n

Then I heard laughter.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t coming from inside my house.<\/p>\n

It was coming from the front porch.<\/p>\n

I stepped out of my car slowly, the way you do when your instincts start whispering danger.<\/p>\n

And that\u2019s when I heard April\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n

Light, playful\u2026 cruel.<\/p>\n

She said:<\/p>\n

\u201cMegan has really let herself go\u2026 she has NO IDEA ABOUT US.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

I froze.<\/p>\n

My heart didn\u2019t just break.<\/p>\n

It stopped.<\/p>\n

For a moment, I didn\u2019t understand what I\u2019d heard.<\/p>\n

My brain tried to protect me.<\/p>\n

Maybe she meant something else. Maybe it was a joke. Maybe I misheard.<\/p>\n

Then Scott laughed.<\/p>\n

Not an awkward laugh.<\/p>\n

Not a forced laugh.<\/p>\n

A real laugh.<\/p>\n

The laugh he hadn\u2019t given me in months.<\/p>\n

Then I saw them.<\/p>\n

April was sitting on the porch swing.<\/p>\n

Scott stood in front of her, leaning in close.<\/p>\n

And before I could even breathe\u2026<\/p>\n

they kissed.<\/p>\n

Not a quick accident.<\/p>\n

Not a mistake.<\/p>\n

A kiss like they\u2019d done it a hundred times.<\/p>\n

My stomach turned.<\/p>\n

I gripped my car door so hard my knuckles went white.<\/p>\n

My first instinct was to scream.<\/p>\n

To run at them.<\/p>\n

To throw something.<\/p>\n

To explode.<\/p>\n

But something inside me snapped into a strange calm.<\/p>\n

A cold calm.<\/p>\n

Because in that moment, I realized something:<\/p>\n

They weren\u2019t just cheating.<\/p>\n

They were mocking me.<\/p>\n

Laughing at me.<\/p>\n

They didn\u2019t feel guilty.<\/p>\n

They felt entertained.<\/p>\n

I stepped backward quietly and got back into my car.<\/p>\n

My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped my keys.<\/p>\n

I drove around the block like I was running from a crime scene.<\/p>\n

And maybe I was.<\/p>\n

Because the woman I used to be\u2014the trusting wife, the loyal friend\u2014had just died.<\/p>\n

I parked in a grocery store lot and sat there staring at the steering wheel, breathing like I\u2019d been underwater.<\/p>\n

Then I wiped my tears.<\/p>\n

Not because I was okay.<\/p>\n

But because I had made a decision.<\/p>\n

If they wanted to play with my life\u2026<\/p>\n

I would finish the game.<\/p>\n

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That Evening, I Invited April to Dinner<\/strong><\/h2>\n

I went home like nothing happened.<\/p>\n

I walked through the front door with a smile so fake it hurt my cheeks.<\/p>\n

Scott was in the kitchen, pretending to scroll his phone like he hadn\u2019t just shattered my soul.<\/p>\n

He looked up and smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey babe,\u201d he said casually.<\/p>\n

I smiled back.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey. Long day?\u201d<\/p>\n

Scott shrugged. \u201cNot too bad.\u201d<\/p>\n

I kissed him on the cheek.<\/p>\n

I wanted to vomit.<\/p>\n

Then I walked outside, knocked on April\u2019s door, and smiled at her too.<\/p>\n

She opened it looking fresh, like she\u2019d just showered.<\/p>\n

Her hair was damp.<\/p>\n

Her lips were glossy.<\/p>\n

She looked at me with innocent eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cMegan! Hey girl!\u201d<\/p>\n

I smiled like the perfect idiot she thought I was.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey. I was thinking,\u201d I said sweetly. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you come over for dinner tonight? The kids miss you. And I could use a friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

April\u2019s smile widened.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course! I\u2019d love to.\u201d<\/p>\n

She acted like she wasn\u2019t already eating at my table every day.<\/p>\n

She acted like she hadn\u2019t just kissed my husband.<\/p>\n

She leaned forward and hugged me.<\/p>\n

And I hugged her back.<\/p>\n

Because I wanted her to feel safe.<\/p>\n

I wanted her to walk into my house with confidence.<\/p>\n

Because I had something planned.<\/p>\n

And I needed her relaxed.<\/p>\n

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I Cooked Like It Was a Celebration<\/strong><\/h2>\n

That night, I made Scott\u2019s favorite meal.<\/p>\n

Roast chicken.<\/p>\n

Mashed potatoes.<\/p>\n

Green beans saut\u00e9ed with garlic.<\/p>\n

Homemade rolls.<\/p>\n

Even dessert\u2014apple pie.<\/p>\n

I set the table with the nice plates.<\/p>\n

The ones we only used for holidays.<\/p>\n

Scott looked surprised.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is\u2026 fancy,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

I smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cI just wanted to do something special.\u201d<\/p>\n

April arrived right on time.<\/p>\n

She wore a cute dress.<\/p>\n

Not too fancy, but not casual either.<\/p>\n

She kissed my children on the forehead like she was family.<\/p>\n

My oldest daughter, Lily, ran up to her excitedly.<\/p>\n

\u201cAuntie April!\u201d<\/p>\n

That name made my throat tighten.<\/p>\n

April laughed. \u201cHey sweet girl.\u201d<\/p>\n

Scott walked into the dining room and kissed April on the cheek.<\/p>\n

Not in a romantic way.<\/p>\n

Not obviously.<\/p>\n

But I saw it.<\/p>\n

And April saw it too.<\/p>\n

Their eyes met for half a second.<\/p>\n

And in that glance, I saw it:<\/p>\n

They thought they had won.<\/p>\n

They thought I was blind.<\/p>\n

They thought I was stupid.<\/p>\n

We sat down at the table.<\/p>\n

The kids ate happily, chatting about school.<\/p>\n

Scott complimented the food.<\/p>\n

April complimented the food.<\/p>\n

Everything looked normal.<\/p>\n

Like a family dinner.<\/p>\n

Like a warm neighborhood friendship.<\/p>\n

But inside me, there was a storm.<\/p>\n

I watched April laugh at Scott\u2019s jokes.<\/p>\n

I watched Scott look at April the way he hadn\u2019t looked at me in years.<\/p>\n

And I waited.<\/p>\n

Because I didn\u2019t want to confront them in front of my children.<\/p>\n

My kids deserved peace.<\/p>\n

So I let them eat.<\/p>\n

I let them laugh.<\/p>\n

Then, when dessert was finished, I clapped my hands and smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cAlright kids,\u201d I said. \u201cGo upstairs. Movie night. I\u2019ll be up in a minute.\u201d<\/p>\n

They ran up, excited.<\/p>\n

And when the last little footstep disappeared\u2026<\/p>\n

I turned back to Scott and April.<\/p>\n

Still smiling.<\/p>\n

Still calm.<\/p>\n

Then I said softly:<\/p>\n

\u201cSo. How long has it been?\u201d<\/p>\n

April blinked.<\/p>\n

Scott froze.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Scott asked.<\/p>\n

I leaned back in my chair.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe affair,\u201d I said. \u201cHow long have you been sleeping with my husband, April?\u201d<\/p>\n

Silence slammed into the room like a door.<\/p>\n

April\u2019s face drained of color.<\/p>\n

Scott\u2019s eyes widened.<\/p>\n

He looked like someone caught stealing.<\/p>\n

\u201cMegan\u2026\u201d April whispered. \u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed.<\/p>\n

Not because it was funny.<\/p>\n

Because it was insane.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were on my porch this afternoon,\u201d I said. \u201cYou told Scott I\u2019ve let myself go. You said I have no idea about you two. And then you kissed him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Scott\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n

April\u2019s lips trembled.<\/p>\n

For a moment, neither of them spoke.<\/p>\n

Then Scott tried to recover.<\/p>\n

\u201cMegan, it\u2019s not\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d I said sharply.<\/p>\n

The tone in my voice shocked even me.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t the tired wife voice.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t the \u201cplease listen to me\u201d voice.<\/p>\n

It was the voice of a woman who had finally woken up.<\/p>\n

April\u2019s eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cMegan\u2026 I swear\u2026 it just happened\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

I slammed my hand on the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt just happened?\u201d I snapped. \u201cYou said \u2018about us\u2019 like it\u2019s been going on for a while. That wasn\u2019t a one-time kiss. That was comfort. That was routine.\u201d<\/p>\n

Scott stood up, pacing.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, fine,\u201d he said. \u201cYes. It happened. But you\u2019ve been distant. You\u2019re always tired. You never look at me anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean the way you never helped me? The way I worked full-time and still did everything? The way I carried this entire family on my back while you sat on the couch?\u201d<\/p>\n

Scott didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

April started crying.<\/p>\n

\u201cMegan, I\u2019m sorry,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re sorry?\u201d I said, voice shaking. \u201cYou held my baby. You sat at my table. You drank coffee with me every morning while sleeping with my husband.\u201d<\/p>\n

April covered her face.<\/p>\n

Scott snapped, \u201cStop making her the villain. I\u2019m the one married to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I turned slowly toward him.<\/p>\n

And that\u2019s when I said the words that changed everything.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n

Scott blinked.<\/p>\n

April looked up.<\/p>\n

I stood up, walked to the kitchen drawer, and pulled out a thick folder.<\/p>\n

Then I placed it on the table.<\/p>\n

Scott stared at it.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

I smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy plan.\u201d<\/p>\n

I opened the folder.<\/p>\n

Inside were printed screenshots.<\/p>\n

Messages.<\/p>\n

Photos.<\/p>\n

Bank statements.<\/p>\n

And one more thing.<\/p>\n

A divorce filing.<\/p>\n

Scott\u2019s face turned pale.<\/p>\n

April\u2019s crying stopped completely.<\/p>\n

I said calmly:<\/p>\n

\u201cI already knew.\u201d<\/p>\n

Scott\u2019s mouth opened.<\/p>\n

I continued:<\/p>\n

\u201cI suspected for months. The late-night texts. The \u2018working late\u2019 excuses. The way April suddenly had time to \u2018help\u2019 every time I wasn\u2019t home.\u201d<\/p>\n

I pointed at the stack.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo I hired someone.\u201d<\/p>\n

Scott stumbled backward.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u2026 Megan, no\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

I leaned closer.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd guess what I found?\u201d<\/p>\n

I flipped to a photo.<\/p>\n

Scott and April in a hotel parking lot.<\/p>\n

Another photo.<\/p>\n

Scott and April kissing outside a restaurant.<\/p>\n

Another photo.<\/p>\n

April sitting in Scott\u2019s car.<\/p>\n

Scott\u2019s hands started shaking.<\/p>\n

April whispered, \u201cOh my God\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Then I turned to the last page.<\/p>\n

A bank statement.<\/p>\n

Highlighted.<\/p>\n

Scott frowned. \u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/p>\n

I tapped it.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is the joint savings account,\u201d I said. \u201cThe one you told me had only $2,000 in it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Scott swallowed hard.<\/p>\n

Because the real number was closer to $18,000.<\/p>\n

Money he\u2019d been hiding.<\/p>\n

Money he\u2019d been spending.<\/p>\n

Hotel charges.<\/p>\n

Gifts.<\/p>\n

A bracelet.<\/p>\n

A perfume purchase.<\/p>\n

I looked at April.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou like expensive things, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

April started crying again.<\/p>\n

Scott\u2019s voice cracked.<\/p>\n

\u201cMegan, please. We can fix this.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Scott. You can\u2019t fix betrayal.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then I turned to April.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you\u2026 you\u2019re not invited to my life anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n

April\u2019s face twisted in panic.<\/p>\n

\u201cMegan, please. Don\u2019t tell anyone. Please\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

I smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I\u2019m not telling everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then I walked over to the living room and grabbed my phone.<\/p>\n

I returned to the table and placed it down.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m telling the one person who matters.\u201d<\/p>\n

Scott frowned. \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n

I tapped the screen.<\/p>\n

And called April\u2019s husband.<\/p>\n

Because April had a husband too.<\/p>\n

His name was\u00a0Jason<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

He worked nights at the hospital.<\/p>\n

And he adored her.<\/p>\n

He answered on the second ring.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey Megan,\u201d he said warmly. \u201cEverything okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

April\u2019s eyes went wide.<\/p>\n

Scott\u2019s face turned white.<\/p>\n

I smiled politely.<\/p>\n

\u201cHi Jason,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019m sorry to bother you. But I thought you should know your wife is at my house\u2026 having dinner with me and Scott.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jason chuckled. \u201cYeah, she told me. You girls do that sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked straight into April\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d I said calmly. \u201cBut I didn\u2019t know she was also sleeping with my husband.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silence.<\/p>\n

Jason\u2019s voice dropped.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026What?\u201d<\/p>\n

April jumped up.<\/p>\n

\u201cMegan! Stop!\u201d<\/p>\n

Scott shouted, \u201cMegan!\u201d<\/p>\n

But it was too late.<\/p>\n

Jason\u2019s breathing grew heavy on the phone.<\/p>\n

\u201cMegan\u2026 what did you just say?\u201d<\/p>\n

I spoke slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI caught them kissing today. I have photos. Messages. Proof. I\u2019m sorry, Jason. I didn\u2019t want to believe it either.\u201d<\/p>\n

April started sobbing.<\/p>\n

Scott stood frozen.<\/p>\n

Jason didn\u2019t yell.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t scream.<\/p>\n

His voice was quiet.<\/p>\n

Dead quiet.<\/p>\n

\u201cPut her on the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n

April shook her head violently.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u2026 no\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

I handed the phone across the table.<\/p>\n

April stared at it like it was a weapon.<\/p>\n

Jason repeated, louder:<\/p>\n

\u201cPUT HER ON THE PHONE.\u201d<\/p>\n

April grabbed the phone with shaking hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cJason\u2026 baby\u2026 please\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t hear the rest.<\/p>\n

Because I stood up.<\/p>\n

And walked away.<\/p>\n

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The Next Morning, I Changed the Locks<\/strong><\/h2>\n

That night, Scott slept in the guest room.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t cry.<\/p>\n

Not in front of him.<\/p>\n

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling while my children slept upstairs.<\/p>\n

In the morning, I called a locksmith.<\/p>\n

Scott watched in disbelief as the man changed the locks.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t do this,\u201d Scott snapped.<\/p>\n

I looked at him calmly.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I can.\u201d<\/p>\n

Scott\u2019s face twisted.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere am I supposed to go?\u201d<\/p>\n

I shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cApril\u2019s house.\u201d<\/p>\n

April didn\u2019t come over anymore.<\/p>\n

Not after her husband kicked her out.<\/p>\n

Jason showed up later that afternoon.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t look angry.<\/p>\n

He looked destroyed.<\/p>\n

He stared at me and said quietly, \u201cThank you for telling me.\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

Jason swallowed hard.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought she was family,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n

I looked down.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo did I.\u201d<\/p>\n

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The Ending They Deserved<\/strong><\/h2>\n

Scott begged.<\/p>\n

He cried.<\/p>\n

He promised therapy.<\/p>\n

He promised change.<\/p>\n

He said April meant nothing.<\/p>\n

But I didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n

Because betrayal isn\u2019t about sex.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s about disrespect.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s about laughing at someone\u2019s exhaustion while they sacrifice everything.<\/p>\n

Two weeks later, Scott moved out officially.<\/p>\n

The divorce was ugly, but I had evidence.<\/p>\n

And evidence changes everything.<\/p>\n

The judge saw the financial records.<\/p>\n

The hidden money.<\/p>\n

The spending.<\/p>\n

The lies.<\/p>\n

Scott didn\u2019t get to play victim.<\/p>\n

He paid child support.<\/p>\n

He lost the right to pretend he was the hero.<\/p>\n

And April?<\/p>\n

She lost more than a friendship.<\/p>\n

She lost her marriage.<\/p>\n

She lost her reputation.<\/p>\n

She lost her neighborhood.<\/p>\n

Because Jason told everyone.<\/p>\n

Not out of revenge.<\/p>\n

Out of heartbreak.<\/p>\n

And the funniest part?<\/p>\n

Scott thought April would run into his arms.<\/p>\n

But once the secret was exposed\u2026<\/p>\n

April didn\u2019t want him anymore.<\/p>\n

Because April never wanted Scott.<\/p>\n

She wanted what I had.<\/p>\n

A home.<\/p>\n

A family.<\/p>\n

A life.<\/p>\n

She wanted to steal my happiness.<\/p>\n

But when she realized it came with responsibility, children, and real life\u2026<\/p>\n

she ran.<\/p>\n

Scott ended up alone.<\/p>\n

April ended up divorced.<\/p>\n

And me?<\/p>\n

I ended up free.<\/p>\n

Not immediately happy.<\/p>\n

Not instantly healed.<\/p>\n

But free.<\/p>\n

One night, months later, I was folding laundry\u2014something I still did because life doesn\u2019t magically become perfect after betrayal.<\/p>\n

My youngest son came into the room and hugged my leg.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom,\u201d he said, \u201cyou\u2019re smiling more now.\u201d<\/p>\n

I froze.<\/p>\n

Because I hadn\u2019t noticed.<\/p>\n

But he was right.<\/p>\n

I was smiling more.<\/p>\n

Not because everything was easy\u2026<\/p>\n

But because I was no longer being betrayed in my own home.<\/p>\n

I looked down at my son and kissed his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah,\u201d I whispered. \u201cI think I am.\u201d<\/p>\n

And that\u2019s when I realized the truth:<\/p>\n

Scott and April thought they were taking something from me.<\/p>\n

But all they really did\u2026<\/p>\n

was give me my life back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

  I\u2019ve been married to\u00a0Scott\u00a0for twelve years. Twelve long years of believing love meant sacrifice. We had three beautiful kids, a decent home, and the kind of life people on … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11406","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dynenews.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11406","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dynenews.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dynenews.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dynenews.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dynenews.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=11406"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/dynenews.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11406\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11410,"href":"https:\/\/dynenews.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11406\/revisions\/11410"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dynenews.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11406"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dynenews.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11406"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dynenews.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11406"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}