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.
Kelly Down
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4 comments:
That dirty rat!
Love you!
Feel for you!
Bed rest sucks!
It's okay though...when the insanity REALLY sets in, you kinda don't notice. :)
HAHAHA {small tear} that brought joy to my day!
Hahaha too funny! How dare he? That is like a one way ticket to splitsville ;)
That's it! I will see if me and my dad can make a special batch of his famous brownies this week-end for you and your family.
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