It wasn’t until ’she’ phoned in the middle of the night that Pam became suspicious. The woman was obviously drunk, her voice a string of slurs. And when Pam asked, “Who is this?”, all she got heard was “(Giggles) Just a friend…(click).”
The next day, Pam confronted her husband. Completely taken off guard, he insisted they were “only friends.” As the confrontation progressed, that soon changed to ”OK, so we were really good friends.” By the end, he’d even finally gone so far as to admit that “YES…there was ONE time that we kissed. But I SWEAR we never slept together.”
And what did Pam do with this info? Why, what any wife/mother of young children who is in total shock would do: she believed him…
…until she told her best friend what had happened. She then heard from her girlfriend the words she feared most: “I think he’s lying, Pam. He said he only kissed her? That makes no sense - who stops at a kiss? Maybe if he was ten years old…but a full-grown man? A man who knows how good sex feels? I don’t think so. Especially since they were supposedly such “good friends.”” (read more here)













His comments caught me totally off guard:
Sometimes dealing with an ex can feel like you’re dealing with a child: you give and give and give….you kindly explain the same thing over and over and over again …yet still they don’t ‘get it.’ And though it’s sad to say - and painful to have to do - sometimes we have to take legal action to make them ‘grow up.’
No doubt today’s subject is controversial and uncomfortable for some…but I’m fielding these questions anyway: Does how much a man earns at his job affect your decision to date him or continue dating him? Or do you find such a concept offensive, shallow, and/or insulting to the meaning of True Love?
I have been living a life short of a fairy tale until that fateful day last year. A job, a wonderful husband, a delightful daughter, a big house complete with a garden, a whole room dedicated just for my clothes and shoes….I was a princess!! The only thing missing was a dog and a couple of adopted children and we would have rivaled Angie and Brad on that magazine cover.
Two months into his divorce, Mike returned home early from work one afternoon to a big surprise: his ex-wife had let herself in and was standing in his living room. “I needed to come by and pick up a few things,” she said casually. “I tried calling you earlier. Didn’t you get my message? I didn’t think you’d mind…”
Since separating almost three years ago, my leisurely reading has been very limited and very serious. We’re talking non-fiction and self-help only. This was for a couple of reasons. First, the idea of anything make-believe or romantic repulsed me (I guess experiencing infidelity can have that effect). Secondly, I had work to do – not only in terms of piecing me and my life back together, but in terms of rising into the role of single mom of three kids AND my new career as an author. Truly, I felt like Delaine-The-Avid-Reader, who I’d been since I was a teenager, was gone.
I say without shame that over the past two years since divorcing, I’ve felt lows unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It wasn’t just because of experiencing infidelity, though that full-body shock and heartbreak was excruciating. There were also many other kinds of ‘lows’: feelings of emptiness….restlessness… loneliness. And of course the big one: FEAR.
When you found out your spouse was cheating, were you obsessed with thoughts of revenge? Throwing all his clothes in a heap on the lawn…slashing his tires…or forwarding copies of his cyber sex sessions to his entire address book? Maybe your fantasies were more devious – perhaps they involved some Superglue and the bathroom throne. Or maybe that paste could attach a certain ‘member’ to the inside of his leg…