In June of 2005, my heart was ripped from my chest when I found out that while I was taking care of our 4 & 5 year old sons, the man I trusted most in this world was meeting Lindsey Wilson Henschel on the beach in Santa Monica. Santa Monica was our romantic spot where we play with our sons on the beach then walk up to 3rd Street and walk under the lot trees, drinking hot cocoa and listening to the amazing street performers then finish with dinner at our favorite spot. All the same things he did with her before they would slink off for a cheap make-out session in the dirty parking garage amongst the aromatic stench of urine. || He met her about 4 or 5 times, he was telling me that he just needed some time to himself, I could understand that, but I was a little suspicious. When he devastated the kids by leaving on ‘Daddy’s Birthday’ to meet with her, and didn’t come back until late that night, I put an end to his ‘time alone’ far from home. That’s when he told me he just didn’t think he loved me anymore. Then I was devastated. || I spent the next month doing everything I could to make him happy, what an idiot I was! I was blaming myself for destroying my marriage, my kids’ chance at growing up in a family, and all our chances at happiness. I lost 25 lbs., my stomach was constantly in knots and I was slipping into depression. || Then something happened that I can’t explain. One morning while he was in the shower, I checked his cell phone. There were 3 saved messages from Lindsey saying”I love you too…..I understand….your kids are important” WHAT?!? Not only did this HOMEWRECKER say she”loved him” she knew he had a family with young children! What kind of person could do such a disgusting thing and have any sense of dignity and self-worth? Bob has his issue, that’s a certainty, but no one was forcing her to be his booty call at the drop off a hat. || For the sake of my children I did my best to forgive him, tried to find some way to trust him again, and move on, but like they say ‘Once a cheater, always a cheater”.