It started a few months ago around her birthday.

Claire came home from work and was smelling like, well, Axe Body Spray.

At first I brushed it off, you know, not my wife.

She loves me.

We've been faithful to each other for years.

Then doubts start to creep in.

Now I have to start working late shifts, the weekends too.

We've been behind our mortgage.

My time at home has literally been less than five or six hours a day.

And most of the time it was spent asleep, but she rarely complained.

In fact, most of the time she seemed happier when I left.

Then one day I tried to kiss her on her neck and I saw a blemish there.

You know, as if someone else's lips had touched her skin.

So I first mistake was confronting her, had on about it.

Like what she denied, she yelled, she called me a bad guy.

The typical cheater behavior.

Worst of all, she got what she wanted.

And sister, I start sleeping downstairs and saying that we needed a separation,

maybe even the divorce.

All I got out of it was desperation, depression.

She insisted that she was still faithful to me, but all the signs,

all the signs were there.

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