Most husbands cannot predict when such is going to happen, even though they have been expecting (hoping) something like this would since they got married. When it does, it often comes with stunning surprise. There is no harbinger, no sense of something being amiss the days prior. It could have begun without you ever being wiser—you simply stumbled upon it by accident.
And let’s say that that’s the accident awaiting you as you return home: you let yourself into your home, surprised at how quiet it was. You called out your wife’s name, but stopped when you entered the living room. There was an opened bottle of wine with two glasses on the table. A pungent smell filled the air; the smell seemed familiar—marijuana. You left your suitcase and quietly went up the stairs.
Your wife’s clothes littered the floor. But not just her clothes; there are men’s clothes, too. A gnawing fear grows in your chest. Weird images come alive in your mind. But you don’t want to believe them; you say to yourself it can’t possibly be true. Your feet take you towards the bedroom that’s standing open. There’s voices coming beyond the doorway.
You edge closer to the door and you stare inside . . .
There is your wife in bed. Except she isn’t alone, and she’s far from being asleep. Another man lies in bed with her. A Black man. You recognize him as the young fella who regularly comes to clean your swimming pool. Cleaning your pool seems to not be the only thing he’s been doing in your home; he’s cleaning your wife, too!
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