It started with a message that shattered my reality: "I never really liked you... I only wanted your man." What follows is a descent into a gut-wrenching, paranoid kind of "crazy" that happens when the people you trust most begin to gaslight you. When I confronted my husband, he swore it was a lie. When I confronted the woman, she claimed she never sent the message at all. Caught in a web of shifting stories and hidden motives, I began to question my own memory and sanity. This is more than a story of potential infidelity; it is an exploration of emotional disintegration. Amidst a backdrop of addiction and grief, I found myself drowning in a sea of manipulation where everyone was handing me anchors instead of lifelines, and then had the nerve to ask why I couldn’t swim. "The seed of doubt doesn’t just rot your relationship, it infects your mind."