Cheating Spouse Story 1: Boyfriend on the Side
I remember it vividly. My wife and I were in bed for the night when she leaned over and said, "Would it be okay if I had a boyfriend on the side?"
Suffice to say that wasn't the most erotic thing someone has uttered to me in bed; it was the first indication that - not only had I possibly married the wrong woman - but that there was something not quite right in the marriage.
I was, however, naive and chalked the incident up to work-related stress or some kind of mental hiccup. I really didn't want to believe that things had gone so wrong so quickly.
I would find out, not long after this incident, how far down things had spiraled.
At the time of my marriage, I was a budding graphic designer. I'd recently finished school and wanted to continue to develop my abilities, so my wife and I decided that we needed a computer.
We went to the store and purchased a Mac, which was perfect since I had used Emacs at school and was already familiar with much of the design software I would be using.
The computer also came with another feature: easy access to the Internet.
We both found the web extremely useful; I searched for jobs, design tips and cheap copies of Photoshop on ebay, and my wife discovered chat rooms, among other things. (Here's a tip for you guys: if your wife or child keeps closing their browser window every time you walk into the room, it's a sign that something's afoot.)
Something was indeed afoot. I got home early from work one day, fired up the computer and decided to check the browser history. I found a few personal profiles of men looking for women from dating web sites. Since I didn't remember looking for a man recently, I astutely put two and two together.
I decided to leave the page open. My sweetie came home, kissed me on the cheek, said, "What'cha looking at babe?"
"Check it out," I said.
"You son of a bitch."
Maybe so, but I ain't the one who got his hand caught in the cookie jar. (She never did figure out how to clear out the browser history.)
By this point I'm sure you're thinking, "There's no way this guy could've stayed with this woman. No one could be that stupid, could they?"
Did I mention I went to art school?
There's an old saying that goes, "Third time's a charm," and in a way, it is.
I woke up one night, probably around 2 a.m., and decided to have a bowl of cereal. (I always have a bowl of cereal when I can't sleep.) My honey bunny was in a closet, on the phone.
"Who are you talking to at 2 a.m.?"
"Uh, an old friend."
"Oh, uh, okay. I'm just going to get a bowl of cereal."
She turned back to the phone. "I'll call you later."
I found out later that it really wasn't an old friend (duh!) but some guy she'd met online and he was going to send her airline tickets for a visit - her best friend told me that.
So, this is a web site about cheating; when does the cheating enter into the story?
That would've been in July of 1999 and it was about as anti-climactic as it can get. No, I didn't walk in on her. And no, there was no secret romantic vacation either. It was during Jamboree in the Hills (her first, which she compared to a born again experience) after a night of hot dancing and too much beer. A quick roll in the hay (actually, more like mud) as it were. I didn't find this out until after the divorce though.
Well, that's pretty much the whole, sordid tale. I can say that today we get along like respectable divorced people - each of us wishing cancer on the other.
Seriously, what's the point of a good divorce if you're not praying everyday for a meteorite to smash into your ex?
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