I made my wife think that I was cheating on her.

But I wasn't, I never have, and it was all part of the plan.

Here's what happened.

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I hope you've got some time and a snack because this one is going to be long, as the events

that follow span from late 2019 to last week.

So here's the backstory.

My soon to be ex-wife was my high school sweetheart.

We started dating in 1992 when we were both only 17, or both 45 years old now.

We've been together ever since.

She's the only woman I have ever been with in my entire life.

We married five years later at 22, fresh out of college.

A year later, we had our first of two children, both boys, 22 and 17 years old, 23 years

I gave to her.

I built her a house, worked my butt off to give her the life she wanted.

Sure, we had rough patches, but what marriage doesn't.

Even in the worst of times, we found a way to pull through and come out the other side

better, which made the discovery of her affair that much more jarring.

Flashback to March of 2020, when I got the first feeling that something was off.

For a good two months prior, we were in a funk.

I was on the mend from reconstructive knee surgery.

I blew out my ACL in fall of 2019, but still lacked in movement.

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