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TIFU by Accidentally knocking out my son with a kendama and now I’m losing my wife

Hi Reddit my previous post was removed and I wanted to better explain myself before continuing my story. For those who were concerned for my son's well being, he is totally 100% fine. I miss represented the situation, initially he was knocked unconscious accidentally, but he was not unconscious for even an hour. My son told me while we were on the way to the doctors that he woke up at around 8. I put him to sleep at 7:45 ish after may wife came home. He said he felt fine he had a headache and was sleepy and so he fell back to sleep. As for his bloodshot eye, the doctor said that that was just a popped blood vessel and not a concern excluding the eye patch to keep him from irritating it. The doctor said there was no sign of trauma or permanent damage. It is true I lied to my wife and now I am certainly paying the price.

My wife started grilling me about the details of the incident, she was livid. I told her everything about the fake story, but I just felt worse and worse as I continued to lie. She even started seeking legal counsel to sue the donut shop where I supposedly said our son fell and hit his head. That was when I knew I had to come clean, so I sat her down and confessed to accidentally hitting our son with the kendama.

At first, she was shocked and angry. But eventually, she forgave me and we moved on from the incident. Or so I thought.

My wife wouldn't let our son and I play together without her supervision for a couple of weeks. I think she got bored watching us play with his cars and building forts though because she stopped watching us like a hawk. 

She also demanded that I stay home for the rest of our son’s doctor’s visits for his bloodshot eye and the apple sized knot on his head. Even after our son completely healed, things started to feel different between my wife and me. She seemed distant and uninterested in spending time with me. She would go out every weekend or would have to stay late at work most nights. I tried to talk to her about it, but she would always brush me off or give vague answers.

Then, one day, I caught her watching The Last of Us without me after coming home from the store. I was angry, so I grabbed the tv remote and switched it off.  I insisted she tell me what was wrong. She dropped a bombshell on me: she was cheating on me. I couldn't believe it. I felt like my entire world was falling apart. I couldn't believe that this small accident with our son would cause her to cheat on me. I kept asking her to explain herself but she sat on the couch blank faced. Then she told me she had actually been cheating on me for seven years. Our son is 6.

I don't really know what to do now. Apparently she’s been cheating with her coworker Steve. I hate him.

TL;DR I lied to my wife about our son's head injury and I learned that she has been having an affair for years.

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