Once upon a time, I had a very dear friend who lived nearby. We spent tons of time together, she and I, watching our children play and drinking wine (us, not our children. What kind of parents do you think we are, anyway?). Her husband traveled a lot for business and she and I got to be great friends.
One day I was driving home from work and happened to see something odd on her front lawn. It was the type of sign that a realtor puts in someone's yard when they are trying to sell their house. The sign wasn't there, but the sign holder was. So I went to my friend's house and asked 'what the fuck?' She wanted to tell me, but couldn't find the right words. It seems her husband was being transferred to another region, 6 hours away from where we lived, and she just didn't now how to tell me. We cried together, and drank more wine, because......wine. And when the day came for them to leave, we cried some more.
We've continued to keep in touch because we love each other, and not long after they moved, she called to tell me that she was expecting another baby. I was beyond thrilled for her. She called me not long after that to tell me that the baby she was carrying had Downs Syndrome. I was shocked and we talked at length. She said she and her husband had come to terms with it and that they would be fine.
Flash forward to just a few months after the baby was born. She discovered that her loving husband was actually a cheating bastard with an Ashley Madison account. And he had had that account for quite some time. He had set up dates all over the country, every time he would travel. He was getting busy all over the place and made full use of his Ashley Madison account. Needless to say she divorced his sorry ass and I can only hope he's nursing a scorching case of herpes. I also hope he's sweating his ass off over this scandal. He, and every man who cheats on his wife, deserves whatever shit that is about to hit his fan.
