Trust
Notes on heartbreak and the road to wholeness
I found out because my college boyfriend left his Facebook account logged in on my laptop. It was a very 2009 way to discover Jackson’s double life.
He was working his Sunday shift at the front desk of the Marriott, so I knew he’d answer the hotel phone when I called.
“Don’t say anything besides ‘yes’ or ‘no,’” I instructed him with deadly calm. “Are you married?”
Silence. I pictured him frozen behind the counter, a wayward deer caught in headlights.
“Yes.”
“Do you have children?”
He sighed heavily. “Yes.”
“Don’t ever speak to me again.”
I slammed my flip phone shut, my entire body trembling with rage. Jackson had spent every second of the past nine months lying to me about who he was. And his secret family was just the tip of the iceberg.