the stories men can tell

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Submitted: June 19, 2017

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I sat across the table from him with my arms folded waiting for his explanation.

Having your husband come home late from work every night for the past three months has sent up lots of red flags. Flags that might leave one to wonder if our marriage has some problem’s going on that I am not aware of?

He is a plain man, and is balding, I guess some woman find that attractive.

“I told you she doesn’t mean a thing to me. We just met for drinks after work to discuss a project.  We have been working on this project for months and it’s due in a few days.

 I figured if we got drinks and sat in a quiet place we could talk about the project, exchange some thoughts and get it completed the next day at work. Also if we finish on time we get a nice cash bonus.”  Randal said.

I was really hoping to believe him, but when he stood up and all those peanut shells fell out of his pockets, and he knew I didn’t have my epee pen.

 As I felt my throat closing I was doubtful I had been told the truth.


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