My husband left my father’s funeral to travel with his mistress. But at 3 a.m. I received a message from my father: “my daughter it’s me, dad. Come to the cemetery immediately and very quietly.”

My father died on a Thursday afternoon after a long battle with heart failure. I, Melissa Carter, was completely shattered. During the funeral the next day, my husband, Andrew, barely pretended to care. He stood stiffly, checked his phone constantly, and avoided every relative who tried to speak with him. Twenty minutes after the burial ended, he whispered that he had to “handle business,” then walked straight to his car without looking back.
Later, I learned he wasn’t on a business trip at all—he had flown out with his mistress. My father wasn’t even fully in the ground before Andrew left me behind in grief.