"Please don't be angry Barry," my gentle loving Wife Clare said to me one morning, "but James phoned me at work yesterday and wanted to meet up again."
"Do you mean James, your ex-Boyfriend who broke your heart by dumping you just before we were married."
"Yes!" She replied in a quiet timid voice, because she knew that I hated him for hurting her. But I also knew that she still loved him - and I had a sacrifice to make.
"Do you want to see him again?" I asked - already knowing what her answer would be.
"Would you hate me if I did?"
"Never!" I exclaimed - knowing that I had to maintain some control over this moment in our marriage. "So why don't you invite him round for a drink."
Well, to cut a short story even shorter; the moment James arrived it became obvious to me that Clare still had the same passion for her old Lover. So after making it clear that I would not stand in the way of their desire, I meekly moved aside and said nothing as she took him by the hand and led him upstairs to our bedroom.
'Better here than some dingy Motel Room,' I thought as I settled down outside the door to listen to their conversation.
That was the night I became the humiliated husband, and if I had been in any doubts if this was a permanent way of life for me now, the moment she said ...
... "I've missed you," told me what my future was going to be.
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