When I woke up this morning, I knew I was going to confess my sins to my husband. I was in love with another man and it was time to let Shane know. I was confused, ashamed, terrified to tell him. I lay huddled in bed with my arms folded across my chest, staring into the television as if it was a portal into another world.
I slipped out of bed, grabbed my laptop, and walked to the kitchen where I plucked a gallon of my favorite ice cream from the freezer. I ate the entire container in less than twenty minutes, and then I chatted online with my lover until I heard Shane moving around upstairs.
When Shane came down the staircase, he raced into the bathroom and didn’t leave for over an hour. He looked angry. I could always tell when he was upset, because he got nervous and started gesticulating with his hands like an Italian mobster.
“Why were you hiding out in the bathroom so long?” I asked as he entered the kitchen.
“I wasn’t hiding,” he said. “I spent a whole hour looking for the Tomb Raider nude codes.”
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