He didn’t take anything my wife did not give up willingly I was simply responding to the turmoil of emotions and that awful pain of heartbreak clawing my chest apart. At the time, I rationalised it as being self defence, an intruder in my home. It is, and was, against my nature to use violence in an offensive manner. Turns out, he was a co-worker at my wife’s place of employment and was also married so he didn’t want his wife to find out. Call the police if you must, but do it somewhere else.” He never did. A look of shock appeared on the guys face as if to say, “What? I didn’t do nuthin’!” I retorted, “Leave. POW! I sucker punched the fellow in the mouth the second his face came into view, drawing blood immediately. Then, about a minute later, he opened the door. Then get the f*ck out of my house.” He opened up a wee bit and took his pants from me. Open up a bit and I’ll pass them through. I knocked on the bathroom door and said as gently as I could, “Say man, I have your pants out here. We’ll talk in a few hours.” Then, I picked up a pair of pants from the floor that was obviously not mine and closed the door, my wife now becoming slightly hysterical. I said as calmly as I could, “I’m going to see your guest out, then I have to get back to work. Like something out of a bad television show. She was sitting up in the bed covered neck down with a sheet, sobbing and saying she was sorry over and over.
The ensuing chaos was mildly hilarious… a blur of naked male ass cheeks streaked from my bedroom to the bathroom, then closed and locked the door. If you have not seen it, it’s worth a look. Gently as was prudent, I kicked the door the rest of the way open and said loudly, “HONEY, I’M HOME!” In a really sarcastic tone. Noticing that the front door was ajar, I sprang into action. But with some other dude grunting and moaning along. Sounds I recognised as my wife whilst engaged in coitus. Once at the front door, I could clearly hear sounds from the master bedroom window next to the door. This truck was not recognisable as belonging to anyone I knew so I double-timed it to the front door out of concern for a possible intruder. Always found it odd that you park on a driveway, but drive on a parkway! But, I digress. I pulled up in front of my house and immediately noticed that there was a big, black Dodge truck parked in my driveway. Listen: Why do happy people cheat? (Post continues…)
Especially the part about being away from them. It seemed worth any risk as I was smitten with my family and hated working at night. I remember being concerned that the truck’s loud diesel engine might disturb my neighbours that early in the morning and that I would have to be careful navigating my house as I was still wearing my pressman’s blues that might be a bit dirty. After dropping off the flyers in the straight truck, I decided to stop by my house and kiss my wife and son while they were sleeping and tell them I love them. Well, shouting distance if one were to shout really, really loud. This facility happened to be within shouting distance of my house. We weren’t going to have anything to print till the morning shift came in, so our head pressman assigned maintenance tasks to a few guys and tasked me with driving a load of grocery store flyers to a Gannett newspaper distribution centre about 30 kilometres away. My crew and I had just finished printing that day’s paper and had a gap in the production schedule at about 2:00am. I was working the overnight shift as a pressman for a small morning edition newspaper near home. This is Ira van den Heuvel’s response to the question, ‘Have you found your spouse with another man in bed and what was your reaction?’ on Quora.