I don't know why I am writing this here but I got some bittersweet news.

About four years ago the wife and I decided that we were going to split up. She moved out and we didn't talk for about two weeks. She called me and blah blah blah we ended up getting back together. We are still together after 9 years.

What she doesn't know is that during that two week period is that an old friend of hers called me up during that time and made a pass at me on the phone. It was like, "I heard that you two split up. You know I always wanted you. You should come over." Something like that. I agreed and we ended up getting together just once for some a fuckfest that lasted all of two minutes. To make it worse was she was also married and we did it in her house while her husband was working. And on top of that, she was a hoarder! Talk about some Jerry Springer type shit. I became that guy I used to shake my head at.

Well, I was reading the obituaries and I saw her name. She died after a long battle with cancer.

I always had this fear in the back of my mind that she would find out. But now that fear is put to rest.