I was exhausted. I needed a nap. I needed one bad.
I walked into our bedroom, pulled down the covers of our marriage bed, and to my horror there it was. How could he? How could he?
Brett, my husband. The love of my life. I know it's been 7 years...what with the itch and all...but this?
I picked up the evidence, holding back tears, fear, anger. How could he not tell me? Where was he hiding them from me? How many were there? How many were left? I don't know if I'll get over this. Our relationship will never be the same. Ever.
I'll never forget the day I found it.
The brownie crumb in our bed.
*The previous has been a true story of a pregnant woman on the edge.
*I need a brownie.