"I'm married."

Those two words are the worst two I've ever heard.

They came after being used for two years by a man I envisioned building a family with. I was completely blindsided. He never loved me. He never wanted me. He never planned a future with me, and for the life of me, I couldn't wash away the stain of his infidelity. Or mine. I couldn't wash away his touch or his children or his wife.

Every time our daughter cries, I hear him say, "I'm married."