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Similarly the drive to my house is lost in a haze.
There was Dr. Peters' car, parked in my driveway, where all the stay-at-home gossipy bitches in our upper class neighborhood could see it. I stood in my driveway staring at it. It could have been 30 seconds or 30 minutes. The phone lines were probably burning up- "Mabel, look out your window, Sam Watley came home early, grab some popcorn."
I walked in the front door, hoping they were in the formal living room, talking about Medicaid reimbursement. But the living room was empty, except for Julie's purse on a table by the door.
As I slowly climbed the stairs, I became aware of a rhythmic thumping. Our bed was a solid piece of construction, getting the headboard to rattle took some serious exertion.
There was no longer any doubt of what was happening, but my mind didn't want to accept it. There must be a reasonable explanation. Maybe they came here to get a document Julie left at home, and broke out into spontaneous game of Monkeys Jumping on the Bed.
That wasn't it. I opened the door on the destruction of my world.
It had been six years since we said our wedding vows, but I had finally caught Julie in a lie.
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Anonymous4 months agoHonestly one of the best story arcs on this site. Don't just take it at face value. There is some deep meaning underneath.
