After 23 Years In Prison My Husband Still Cheats With Prostitutes.
My husband and I met when we were 15 years. He just came home from a juvenile detention center having served a 2-year sentence. Young and naive, we fell head over heels for each other.
We thought a baby would bond us together for life. But when I was three months pregnant, my boyfriend at the time cheated on me, we got into a big fight. I left him and went back home to my mom and sister.
When our daughter was born, I shut him out cause I was angry that our plans for our daughter were destroyed. My baby was nine months when my boyfriend went to prison for a very serious offense. He was sentenced to 23 years. It was one of the hardest heartaches that I ever experienced at such a young age.
After my husband served the 23 years of hell, on 8/4/2014, he was released. God gave him another chance at life. We married on 12/31/2014, one of the happiest days of my life. After all, this is the man I loved since I was fifteen years.
God answered my prayers because he was my soul mate, my best friend, my everything. In October of 2015, I found out that my husband was having an affair with a woman our daughter's age, and slept with this woman on our bed. It was heartbreaking.
My husband was still sleeping with other women, he felt like he was enjoying life since he was robbed 23 years of it. I didn't know what to do, I gave all my hurt, all my confusion, to God. I stopped smoking marijuana that had been hindering me since I was 15 years.
I felt like a different person, God was working with me in a tremendous way. I didn't feel that hurt anymore. I wasn't confused. I understood that the enemy's plan was to destroy my marriage and destroy my husband. I prayed for him and our marriage constantly until God restored us again. I was so happy.
But I started smoking again and stopped going to Church. I completely lost focus. The devil took control of me and my husband. We were both smoking and he was cheating on me again.
Eventually, my husband moved out. Till this day I don't know where he lives. On Father's Day, I ran into him, he was with a prostitute. My heart was shattered. How much can a person bear? As much as I want to hate him and just leave him, I can't.
I still love him. I know the devil has him in his clutches. I know that God has plans for us and I want to be strong and fight for him and not give up before my miracle. I need help, please.