The Stetson man, my married lover, was the first man I ever met who considered me spunky, cute, and hot all at the same time. It was amazing talking to him—he was always a captive audience, and we would share stories for hours at a time. We talked about many things from our pasts; however, I soon learned to be a bit more selective about what I would tell him after he began to become concerned about our present and future relationship based on his knowledge of my past.
The Stetson man would often ask me to tell him something he didn’t know about me, as he did during our first flight together on his jet. I did not hesitate and proceeded to tell him about my retaliation over my second husband’s infidelity.
I had taken a two-week trip to Europe with a girlfriend, and while we were away I would often call my son to check in on him and my husband. My son told me he was spending all his free time with his stepfather, my husband, which I thought was odd—those two never spent much time together. Trusting in my suspicion, I called my husband and he told me he hadn’t seen much of my son. I immediately recognized that my son was covering something up for my husband, but I had no idea what it was.
Finally, during one of these phone calls with my son, I discovered the truth. My son had accidentally picked up the wrong cell phone, and had read inappropriate text messages between an unknown female and my husband.
Upon our return, my husband picked my friend and me up from the airport. And when I got into the car, I looked down at my feet and saw a stranger’s lip gloss and a cap from a Mike’s Hard Lemonade, something no one in my household drank. Without thinking, I picked them up and flicked them at him. His response was that at least he had paid for “it,” which meant nothing (in his opinion). But I knew that I was supposed to just accept his words since they were the truth, and fighting with him was always fruitless. But I wasn’t going to let him go that easily…