Some have asked why I suspected and how did I find out. Here was my point of view before she confessed the other day. I have had this in my phone notes for a long time. Things that did not add up.
My wife and I have been married 35 years. My wife and I had separate businesses in the same small town. They were the same type of business, we had two locations. She operated one and I the other. There was a fellow "Hunk" that was a customer of hers, he also cut the grass and came in often and just hung out for possibly years at her store. I was unaware. Hunk was 6 foot 6 and looked like Superman. She got into exercise and loosing weight, I wasn't crazy about it but I joined in with her.
This is how Hunk became her customer, he was hurt on a motorcycle and it gave him a bad concussion. Someone called me and asked if I would be interested in buying his motorcycle. I told them to send him down and I would try to help him. He came to my store and I told him we had just opened this new location and he's welcome to take the motorcycle there and we will sell it for him on consignment, and we will not charge him anything. He took the motorcycle to my wife's store and left it with her. We opened the store in June of '95. Then years later is when all this other stuff comes up, in the fall of '97. I found out he had been going to her store for possibly years! She told me he used to come in and just sit in a chair, and hang out. Of course she only told me this after I asked years later. I never heard a peep out of this guy or anything about him except for the motorcycle deal.
There are lots of things that didn't add up looking back. Like one time my wife told me that her sister needed to talk to her. The sister lived two hours away. I thought at the time why can't they just talk on the phone, or can we go see her on a Sunday or something. My wife seemed like she didn't really want to go see her, but her sister really needed it. She brought it up several times over a couple weeks. She seemed like she did not want to go, but felt she needed to go for her sister. The day that she went to her sisters, she left early in the morning, I had her car clean and full of gas. I remember thinking something just didn't feel right and I wish I could somehow put a tape recorder in her car. I ran her store while she was gone. She had been gone five or six hours and a customer came in with a question and I needed to ask her. I called my sister-in-law and I asked to speak with my wife. She had no clue what I was talking about. I asked my wife about it when she got home later that night. She said that she went shopping first before she saw her sister. It looks to me like she would have took her sister with her shopping and they could have had a really good talk. If my wife went there, why didn't she call me to ask what I needed? A lame story but somehow I believed it at the time.
On two separate occasions, my wife's employees called my store looking for a particular item to see if we had it. They said Hunk wants it, I said Hunk who? They said his last name real fast like I should have known that. I said I don't have what they're looking for and they said, well if you get it call us, he's in every day. I sold the same type of items that my wife sold at her store. If Hunk came in her store every day looking at video games, why didn't he ever come in my shop to see our video games? He was in her store almost daily, and never came in mine except that one time when I was trying to help him sell his motorcycle. Our stores were maybe a mile apart. Where Hunk worked was actually only half a block from my store.
Hunk was a police officer. One night my wife and I had been out and had a few drinks. My wife had a few more than me and she was past tipsy. We drove past the police department where a police car was sitting out front. As we drove by she turned and stared at the police department, she turned completely around in her seat and stared until it was out of sight. If I could go back in time, I would go around the block and put her out on the curb at the police department. Once he was on my radar, I started asking questions. I was telling our friends, my customers, and of course I was giving my wife a hard time about it. There were no rumors about them until I started making them. Hunks wife heard about it and I went to their home to discuss it with his wife. This was late summer of '97
I let her know I didn't think anything was going on because at my wife's store there are people around, she's there all the time and really has no time to be out monkeying around with her husband. I did tell her there was one day that I could not account for. That was the day she went to see her sister.
I need answers! Whenever I ask her about it, she clams up and gets mad at me. She brings up the fact that years "1987" ago at my store I had a pool table. Two girls from a bank that was two doors down occasionally would come by and play pool. She insinuates we are even. She tells me I always have to be mad about something. I do get pretty aggravated sometimes with politics, news, and if I feel I've been wronged. I just brought this up again a couple of days ago. She is mad at me and avoiding me.
A few days ago we took our granddaughter to a waterpark. I was in line for a ride and notice this cute couple in front of us. Very handsome young man and I looked down and he had really good looking feet. The reason I say good looking feet is because when I was a child a doctor removed one of my toenails and I feel disfigured from it, and it really bothers me, and has for years. I am looking at this young man's feet thinking I wish my feet looked like that. Then a voice in my head says I bet Hunks feet look like that. The voice says, ask her she knows, but she won't tell you. I deal with this crap every day. Then I look at this young man in front of me, his hairy legs and back and I almost vomit.
One more little thing that bothers me. After I spoke with Hunks wife, and my wife and I had a go around. I don't know what Hunks wife said to him, but I'm sure something was said. My wife and I were out one afternoon on a drive, and Hunk was directing traffic. He stopped us. We were the only car at the intersection, he was about to let school buses out of school. He was standing by our front bumper, just a few feet from our faces and did not acknowledge us, didn't wave, didn't smile, nothing. My wife was driving and had her hands on the steering wheel and never acknowledge him standing there either.
One more thing and I'm done. Hunk not long ago was arrested. His mug shot was on TV, in the paper, on Facebook, and all over the Internet. At the gym where my wife and I work out, a man came up and asked me if I knew. I see him go across the gym and he spoke to my wife for a while. I'm sure he was talking about Hunk to her but she never brought it up. Never made any comments. If it were me, I would be like, my gosh look this guy was my customer, he was in my shop every day, my gosh he's been arrested. I looked at her computers and the browsing history was deleted. .I asked her about it and she said she didn't say anything because she thought it would just make me mad, because I get mad about everything.