He had already showered and was in his dressing gown and leaving my handbag beside the bed i excused myself to use the bathroom where i removed my wor... outfit of tunic top and trousers and stood in my new black bra and pants which id wore especially for . staring at my self in the mirror a little boob adjustment to help up the cleavage i took a deep breath and entering the bedroom to find brian sitting up in the bed , the sheets pulled up to his waist . we exchanged smiles as i made my way to. Now my husband has been away for 5 months and he was going to come home and he had to come back for something and I don’t know until this day which was 15th of May and he left in January and I got a phone call on the 13th of May from him and my son was out visiting a friend and I got the phone call saying he would be home on the 15th and he’ll be here for 3 months and I said “ok honey see you then” with a bit of why the fuck is he coming back for and then my son came home and I told him and he. We disagreed on the hue – which was fine. She made a decision and moved on to the next topic – which was welcome.But then I made a snarky comment, and she smacked me.The smack was a fast right across the jaw. I’d seen it coming and didn’t even blink. Recognizing my sullen reaction for what it was drove home the reason she’d smacked me. A heartbeat later, I was looking down, face flushed with embarrassment. Proof positive my headspace was already sorted came when I flinched before she smacked me. Water still dripped down the stairwell from upstairs. Burn marks down the wall showed where the lightning bolt had come down the television aerial wire, which led it into the loft space and down to his electricity meter under the stairs. The resulting power surge had probably killed every electrical appliance stone dead. His computer system was in ruins. Fortunately he had backed up his hard drives the previous night. His data might be OK; time would tell, when he had a new kit to use.He was.