Me: BS - 61
(I stole the title from a Sondheim song)
We live in the house where I grew up. My father wanted to downsize after my mom died, so we bought it. The other night, in a "tender moment", FWH was talking about how much he loves our house, even more so because our sweet little wedding was here. All of a sudden, the roller coaster plunged me down when I realized that during his A, he f#cked the skanky whore OW on the living room floor in virtually the same spot where we said our vows 33 years ago. I have felt sick ever since. I would say, "How could he do that?", but we have all said that a thousand times and there isn't a good answer.
Him: WS - 59
Married 37 yrs
Latest DD - April 2013, PA