ON OUR 25TH ANNIVERSARY, MY WIFE LEFT TO SPEND THE NIGHT WITH HER “DREAM MAN” — SHE THOUGHT I’D STILL BE WAITING WHEN SHE CAME BACK
The lamb was in the oven, the candles were lit, and Motown was playing in our kitchen. Then my wife kissed my cheek, told me she was spending our anniversary night with another man, and walked out like I’d still be there in the morning. She called me her rock, her safety net — and…
