So Sally and I were a normal married couple, the first year was total bliss with both of us going primal in the bedroom. The sex was passionate and many times it was her initiating, which was always reassuring to me about her commitment to our marriage. And no, our relationship was not solely based on sex.
We were constantly going on road trips during the weekends and and more than a few actual vacations over the course of our relationship. But mainly we enjoyed each others interests and company, I can honestly say we were friends. An yes, we were both employed but our respective jobs had great paid time off benefits. As young couples went, we were in a great position financially as well as emotionally, at least that was what I believed.
It was in the second year of our marriage that my grandmother passed away. The house she and my grandfather, he passed several years before, lived in had been built in the late 1940s. My uncle, who controlled her estate thought it would be a great starter home for Sally and me.
After buying the house at a greatly reduced price the task of updating and remodeling began. Sally and I began sinking just about all our money and time into the process. It was a labor of love and while I either did the actual work or oversaw the contractors on things like electrical wiring and plumbing, Sally did the interior design work. So the house became an expression of Sally's personality and I dreamed of raising our kids there.
We began our third year of marriage on the verge of moving into the house when shit started flying. Sally's work had an initial layoff with her responsibilities seemingly changing on a weekly basis. Since my job was rock solid, I did my best to support Sally emotionally but because of the stress she was facing we decided to hold off on pulling the trigger on moving into the house. That just gave us time to put the final touches on our new place.
When the merger at Sally's work was announced few months later we decided to wait even longer before doing the move. We still needed to buy furniture and thought spending the money would be unwise. We were happy in our apartment and figured, well at least I did, that we had the rest of our lives to begin our life there.
Somewhere in the months ahead, POS contacts Sally with them eventually having the meeting at the coffee shop. Sometime after my discovery of Sally's betrayal, I talked with her sister and she said the meeting was supposed to be them just catching up, at least that is what my wife told her. What exactly pushed Sally and POS over the edge I haven't a clue. But given the date when they talked, I almost immediately noticed my wife acting different.
With me dealing with panic stricken sister and idiot bro-in-law, I disregarded Sally's unusual behavior. That is until saw a text message alert on Sally's phone a few months later. She had walked over to our next door neighbor's apartment and left the phone on her nightstand. I was dumbstruck to see POS actual name on the text alert knowing deep down this was the end of my marriage. Fuck privacy and trust, I grabbed her phone intent on knowing what the shit wanted with my wife. I quickly discovered Sally had changed the password to her phone but I knew where she kept a small notebook listing that information.
Once unlocked it didn't take a lot of poking to find all the texts, nude photos, and videos they were sending each other. Though it was their emails that was a knife in my heart.
After a few weeks of sleazy flirting, they moved straight to confessions of love. Then came the email expressing how wonderful their lovemaking had been. During these exchanges Sally expressed no guilt about cheating on me, in fact there were vague comments from both of them about having a future together.
Of course, I screen saved and sent just about all of the texts, pictures, and emails to my account. All told I spent around two-hours on her phone. I was sitting on the bed with her phone in my hands when she returned to the apartment. The second Sally walked into the bedroom and saw me she knew I had found out.
Side notes- In case anyone reads these sad posts, no I do not hate Sally. While I would have loved that woman for my entire life reading about her affair killed a part of me. The scale of their involvement had reduced me to less than a side note in her life. I was angry, hurt but most of all numb but in time I took on an attitude of indifference that has followed me in all my relationships.
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