by Sheridan Jobbins.....
I returned home from a business trip to discover the man I was married to had changed.
It wasn't a vague thing – there was a stranger in my bed.
When pressed to define his problem, he relented, saying he couldn't stand the thought of sleeping with only one woman for the rest of his life – and that was that.
""They say it takes half the length of a relationship to get over it.
I don't know if that's true, but I definitely spent the same amount of time in agony that I spent in ecstasy ""
Our lives changed forever. I descended through the three stages of betrayal.
Forensic: Sifting through our lives for incriminating evidence, I found a single strand of yellow hair, a new shirt and a phone bill with lots of calls to an unusual number.
Judicial: I confronted him with the hair, the shirt and the bill. He wanted to deny it, but his body betrayed him. He went white with horror.
Postal: Using a fork, I shredded the shirt, which had been a gift to him from the blonde. I stabbed it in the pocket, in the back, in the chest, in the stomach. I dragged the fork through the white loose weave (a lovely Egyptian cotton) until the tines twisted, the head bent back and there was nothing left but a sad, tattered flag of defeat.
He moved out.
Has anyone had similar experiences....male or female perspective..... ??
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(from Wish You Were Here by Sheridan Jobbins )