she swore that it would never happen again. That she was done being the bad girl! Glancing over at the clock she so she only had 30 minutes before her husband was to return home and she needed to get rid of the evidence.
This vigorous indiscretion had become a weekly occurrence, the husband worked away and came home each Friday evening for the weekend and each week Friday became the day to destroy the evidence of her guilty secrets. It was the day that as she sent her children to school she would look around the house and see the telltale signs that proved her to be other than the perfect wife and mother her husband expected!
Running to the bathroom she quickly reapplied her makeup and tied her hair, a quick glance over the room she felt that this room was at least inconspicuous. This torrid affair had not made his way into here yet, but give it time, had been creeping throughout the house more and more each and every week. Especially since they took the new job, her husband was spending more and more time away.
Thankfully, the evidence in the kitchen had already been destroyed; she quickly ran the trash bag out to the garbage. Eyeing the dining room it was all gone. Running to the bedroom, the bed still needed to be made, the crumpled sheets and tossed pillows would be dead giveaways. A quick spritz of her perfume and a rapid tuck of the sheets and it looked inviting again for husband. The kids rooms were never invaded by her deception but a mental note was made for them to clean their rooms this weekend.
The last 10 minutes before husband came home was spent running around the living room placing the cushions back on the couch and taking the two wineglasses back to the kitchen to put in the dishwasher. A quick surveillance of the house and it looked just as he left it give or take a few things. Just in time as she heard the garage door open, as he entered the room she flung her arms around him and into his embrace. Declarations of love were exchanged and he commented on her flustered demeanor that was cut short has she noticed the crumpled wrapper secretly took the cushion covers. Diving over to the couch to hide it in her pocket, she did not want him to see the secret she had been hiding.
Her breath taken back by the close discovery she sighed with relief as he went into the bedroom to put his suitcase, quickly realizing that she had forgotten one of the largest pieces of evidence in the bedroom. A living breathing entity that was hiding in the closet! Running down the hallway she heard the doors creaking open, coming to the sudden realization a secret was no longer secret. Entering the bedroom, she saw her husband staring into the closet, his jaw dropped in disbelief as he stared at the sprawled body. The jeans, ruffled shirt and sweat covered jacket! As he turned to his wife only one question was asked: why?
He quickly grabbed her,clutching her with every fiber of his being, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear he gazed into her eyes.
“Honey, I knew me being away was going to be hard on you, I knew that things could change but I wish you talked to me, I could’ve got you some help!”
Holding her tight the tears began to flow freely, she told him how the four children and her being alone all day drove her to desperation wanting to feel alive again, how her body ached for the comfort provided, how the phone calls have become less frequent because he was working so many hours, how she felt abandoned and alone. How she’d given up caring and this gave her a reason to try again. How she spent evenings behind closed doors with the children were asleep waiting impatiently for the time that she could sneak and see them. How nearly every evening ended on the floor in the kitchen, breathless, relishing in that sinful moment of pleasure. How her days had become consumed with filling each moment with pleasure and self-indulgence. She broke down and told him everything, from that first moment and the first moment she felt she was no longer living up to his expectations of wife.
He had to know for sure, he had seen her sneak something into her pocket and he reached in to pull out what she had hidden so quickly in the living room, he felt the crinkle and he knew the promises that had been made were broken get worse than that he saw the heartbreak and his wife eyes and the pain that she was suffering from being a part of this deception. He pulled the wrapper out of her pocket, looking at it the sobs became stronger, promises to never do it again, she was a changed woman, promises to be a better person, a better wife and a better mother.
A moment’s hesitation, he asks one more time, why?
Breathing deeply, she said you were gone, the baby is so young, the three other children are so active and no longer felt important, no longer felt desirable, no longer felt the urge to better myself, to grow and then I fell back into old habits. I knew I promised I would do better, I can promise the kids knew nothing, they felt no change they were not aware of my secrets.
I showed them the fun mom, the ones that colored with them after school, the one that took them to the parks, had fun movie nights and even though they saw some of what I am hiding from you, they are happy.
Holding her close, he said “no, you misunderstand, why did you try and hide this? I expected that things will not go the same with me being away all the time, you have three young children and a baby to look after, the fact that they are happy and healthy is all that matters to me. Let’s throw the candy wrappers away, and get this laundry done. We all know that laundry and dust bunnies have an unbridled passion that causes them to multiply and as for your torrid deception that make it a four way tonight with Ben & Jerry. No more secret cleaning marathons for you.”
Things aren’t always what they seem – so don’t judge before you get to the bottom of the story. What do you think of my attempt?