My parents, too, were already in our new home. I, on the other hand, would leave tomorrow afternoon, as today had been the last day of my sophomore ye...r. Julia pleaded with my parents that I could stay the night to have one last sleepover together with her. Now I wish they hadn’t agreed. “Hmm…” She tapped her chin. “All your beds have been moved away. So we don’t have anywhere to sleep since we were going to spend the night at my house.” She gave me an accusing look. I dropped my gaze to the. We needed to have a serious talk about our future.She came home that Friday night around eleven-thirty. The kids were in bed and I was waiting up for her. She came through the door all excited."Mark, I'm glad you're home. I need you to see something." Haven't I seen enough, Charlene? What do you want me to see, more pictures of you fucking teenage boys?" Please, Mark, if you'll be patient I can explain everything."She took off her coat. My eyes bugged out at the outfit she was wearing. It was a. It happened like this: We had been together for ten years and I honestly thought she was happy with me. I admit I thought I was lucky to marry her as she was (and is) very pretty and I was not really in her league for looks. But she obviously found something in me though gods knows what. The day I discovered her account at (not the true name of the site I just use it to avoid legal issues) was the worst of my life. She always used to get up earlier than me and as I was such a dopy sleepy head. That was not the lesson my dad taught me.My name is Mick O’Dell and I’m a good old-fashioned normal guy. I see a pretty girl, I take a look. I always have. When I looked at Debbie that day in the grocery store, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I guess I was overdoing it, because she walked right up to me.“Is there a problem?”“Huh?” Yeah I’m a regular Shakespeare.“You have been following me around the store and staring at me.”“Problem, no, you are pretty.” Me Grog, me caveman. Yeah, I was that.