3 generations under one roof

At the swimming hole my husband, Nita and the other man were all playing in the water. Imagine three adults playing in the water like children, splashing, laughing, and having a good time. Just as children would do to save their clothes from getting wet, the three of them stripped to their underwear.

As I sat there on the creek bank, fighting a migraine I was seeing a very different part of my husband then I had ever seen. I was realizing that I did not know my husband at all, it was as if he was another man.

I am sure Nita’s husband had no clue she acted like this with men other than him. He seemed like such a nice man, and was always pleasant when the four of us would go out to dinner or Karaoke. I just had a feeling that there was indeed more going on than just the platonic relationship. My fears were soon to become a reality and when I heard the next words, I could not move.

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