When I found a strange note in my husband Curtis’s planner, it turned my whole world upside down. That’s when the numbers “34-28-34” and “black and crimson” caught my attention. A quick Google search revealed the shocking truth: these were measurements, not birdwatching notes.
It made sense why Curtis was so private and wouldn’t let me go on birdwatching trips with him. Even though it was risky, I chose to go with him on his next trip. On the Sunday trip, I went deep into the woods and found Curtis with another woman.
I was shocked by what happened. From a Facebook picture, I knew the woman was his friend. I went back and forth between anger and sadness as I tried to come to terms with the fact that Curtis had been cheating on me.
When the police looked deeper into his planner, they found more disturbing notes that described encounters with several women. I found out that Curtis was living two lives and using his hobby of watching birds as a front.
I kept following Curtis and writing down the things he did with other women to get a good breakup. Even though the hurt and betrayal were too much for me to handle, I stayed focused on making things better for myself and our twin girls.
When I caught Curtis with yet another woman, it was the last time we talked. I told him I was divorcing him after letting out all of my anger and hurt. The court agreed with me and gave me sole custody, our home, and most of our assets.
Even though it was terrible, I’m glad I found out Curtis was lying before spending more years with someone who could hurt me so cruelly.
