Hey, hey Waffle Gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking

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Now today's first story comes from Wild Gas 8551, and just to give you a warning

before we do get into it, there is mentions of suicide as well.

So if you do want to skip the story, please feel free to do so.

Time stamps are always down in the description and along the timeline below, and the

title of it is, I don't like the relationship between my husband

and his work wife and neither does her partner. English is not my first language. I just want to put

it out there because I see how you people are brutal when grammar is bad. I'm a beautician, female

35, married to an engineer male 34. He is very intelligent and I'm always proud of him.

He has a colleague who is also very intelligent, female 31, obviously that he is close to.

Before the events that lead me to this moment of seeking help online, I never had any reason

to be uncomfortable about his relationship with her.

I always felt secure in our relationship.

We're both independent people who would just leave if we weren't happy together.

We've been together for five years, married for one and a half.

My husband and I were on a three-day trip with my husband's colleagues, a tradition at his

work every autumn.

We came home yesterday morning and had a bad taste in my mouth after this trip. It felt like me and the

colleague's partner, male 35-ish, were the third and fourth wheel to my husband and his colleague

during the entire trip. During dinner, the second night, I was sitting silently playing with my food

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