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2,055,447	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-09-27 19:14	active	1545	✅💯100% Virgin Hair+$30 Value Gift Giveaway	🎉50% off! Multiple lengths & colors! 💃Helps you accomplish a variety of fashionable looks! ✅Suitable for any hair type! 😍Hair Savior!	ORDER_NOW	https://www.yilitehair.com/product-boost-extension	Yilite HAIR VIP	https://www.facebook.com/yilitehairvip/	9,282	1969-12-31 18:00	Order now	www.yilitehair.com	VIDEO		https://www.yilitehair.com/product-boost-extension/short/rezCrI7U?utm_source=WWYY011017&utm_medium=WWYY011017&utm_campaign=WWYY011017&utm_content=WWYY011017	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461318321_2850316131819864_5122122517652582637_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=chpALYGrWrgQ7kNvgF8tBK4&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYBzOvwjZgRPj_SuHjnjnWi0TtE3Phe-S7Oohi4TOhMyTg&oe=66FD15F9	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Yilite HAIR VIP	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,055,476	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2055449}'	No	2024-09-27 19:15	active	1545	Paint Drop-off and Giveaway Event - Chula Vista, CA	Hogares y empresas, únanse a PaintCare el 12 de octubre en el patio de obras públicas de la ciudad de Chula Vista para un evento gratuito de entrega y regalo de pintura. Conozca más en https://www.eventbrite.com/e/paint-drop-off-and-giveaway-event-city-of-chula-vista-public-works-yard-registration-993774776107?aff=fb.	EVENT_RSVP	https://www.facebook.com/events/1057986572552543	PaintCare	https://www.facebook.com/WeRecyclePaint/	88,229	1969-12-31 18:00	INTERESTED	Paint Drop-off and Giveaway Event - Chula Vista, CA	EVENT	Free paint recycling drop-off and giveaway event for households and businesses. Space is limited. Registration is required: https://paint-chula-vista.eventbrite.com Paint in good condition will be made available to the public for free. WHAT PRODUCTS & QUANTITIES CAN YOU BRING? Households may bring any amount of paint, stain, and varnish. Limits apply to businesses, see below. PAINTCARE PRODUCTS Paint must be in sealed, original container with original manufacturer label. This event is for the following products only: House paint and primers (latex or oil-based) Stains Deck and concrete sealers Clear finishes (e.g., varnishes, shellac) NON-PAINTCARE PRODUCTS No leaking, unlabeled or empty containers No aerosol coatings No drums or containers larger than 5 gallons We cannot accept other hazardous waste or chemicals, such as paint thinner, solvents, motor oil, spackle, glue, adhesive, roofing tar, pesticides, cleaning chemicals BUSINESS LIMITS To use PaintCare drop-off sites and events for oil-based products, a business must qualify as an exempt generator under federal and any analogous state hazardous waste generator rules. Please visit www.paintcare.org/business-limits for more information on exempt generator rules. If your business does not qualify as an exempt generator, it can use PaintCare drop-off sites and events for water-based products but not oil-based products. Paint manufacturers created PaintCare to provide convenient places to recycle leftover paint, such as paint retail stores and paint drop-off events. To learn more or find a year-round PaintCare drop-off site near you, visit www.paintcare.org or call (855) PAINT09.	https://www.facebook.com/events/1057986572552543	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460890162_1564047074539006_444712599691756296_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=LyMrTABejnMQ7kNvgH7dIKO&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AVt_McU4uVwlsiik06Gzmdr&oh=00_AYBZwwPTvux659WvLedNccO2KnbrvtV9_jiKkBT4k4ErBw&oe=66FD0C65	PERSON_PROFILE	0	PaintCare	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,055,484	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2055451}'	No	2024-09-27 19:15	active	1545	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	That doesn't help, Michael. You chose to collude with her to keep a secret from me. From your wife. You were keeping a secret with another woman. How long have you been... how long have you been seeing her?" He looked shocked. "I'm not. We're not. It's not like that, honey." "Ah. The beginning of Michael and Linda. The beginning of you choosing another woman over me." "I didn't choose her over you. Suze, Linda's your best friend." "No, she's not. Not if she could treat me like this. Not if she was luring my husband away from me." __________ I sighed, and began putting the stew in a Tupperware container. Despite it being Saturday, my husband had been at work all day. He'd been working so many extra hours lately, I felt like I never saw him. Being at home with nothing to do but keeping house, cooking and sewing got lonely. My friends were busy with their children, but Michael and I hadn't been so blessed yet even though we'd been married four years. It'd been terribly discouraging and between the long-time disappointment of not having children and the more recent disappointment of my husband never being home, I was at odds as to what I could do to help my spirits along. I needed something more than volunteering at church on three different committees. In desperation, I'd secretly become an Avon lady. Ding, Dong, Avon calling! Somehow, even though Michael had always told me that he didn't want me working because I could do the most good in our home, I'd discovered that I not only loved selling Avon, but I was actually good at it. For the last four months of the six I'd been selling it, I was in the top three for my district. I made my calls during the day and still hadn't told Michael. That was because I was saving all the money I made to buy him a used Harley-Davidson motorcycle. He'd always dreamed of owning one, and I'd thought I could help that along by earning the down payment for one. So far, I had a nice little nest egg saved, and I'd been extremely frugal with my grocery allowance and pin money Michael gave me each week, which allowed me to put anything leftover into the Harley fund. Even if I couldn't have my dream of children yet, Michael could have his dream of a motorcycle. My husband worked hard, and he deserved to have some fun. With the stew in the refrigerator, and not knowing when Michael was coming home since he wasn't answering his phone at work, I felt completely at odds and didn't feel like sitting down with the mending. Sighing, I decided to give my best friend Linda a call. She'd withdrawn more and more from me in the seven months since her husband had been killed in Korea -- right before he was supposed to come home. But despite her pushing me away, I still reached out and called her, trying to get through to Linda in her grief. I'd had her over to our house often at first to get her out of her house, but I think seeing me so happy with Michael hurt her, and she grew even more distant with me. Maybe she'd be willing to come over more often if she realized Michael wasn't home, which seemed to be the norm now instead of the exception. I was hoping she'd eventually meet someone who would help spark her interest in life again because she was honestly one of the most beautiful women I knew with her lush brown hair and hourglass figure.Her phone rang once, twice -- "Hello?" she said. "Hi, Linda, it's Susan. How are you?" "Um, fine --" Then I heard a voice in the background. "Just finished painting the garage, Linda. Smells good in here. Dinner ready yet? Oh, sorry -- didn't realize you were on the phone." I knew that voice. "Is that...Michael?" I asked her. Swallowing hard, I gripped the phone tighter, waiting for her to confirm what I already knew. That was my husband's voice, the dead giveaway his deep, southern drawl that you didn't typically hear up here in the Midwest. My husband was over at Linda's, painting her garage, which meant he'd been over there a while. No wonder he hadn't answered his phone at work. And he was planning on having dinner with her. I won't be home for dinner tonight, Suze. I'm working late. It's going to be another late night, honey. Go ahead and eat without me. I'm not getting out of here anytime soon. From there, it didn't take me long to figure out that Linda had begun to distance herself around the same time that Michael had begun working late. Linda sucked in a breath and hung up on me, and I didn't bother calling her back. Since Michael had our car, I couldn't exactly go running to the other side of town where she lived and confront the two of them. Instead, I sat on the couch and waited for Michael to come home. The grandfather clock Michael's parents gave us for our wedding present was the only noise in the quiet house as I waited for my husband to come home. Tick tock. Tick tock. Seven chimes. Tick tock. Tick tock. Eight chimes. Lights turned into our driveway at eight fourteen. Minutes later, Michael walked in the side door. "Suze?" he called out. I didn't answer. Let him look for me. He walked into the living room, and almost startled when he realized I was in the dim room without a light on. "Suze? Honey?" He switched on the lamp. "Why are you sitting here in the dark? Are you OK?" "Just thinking," I said absently. He sat beside me on the couch, and when his legs would have touched me, I moved mine aside. I'd come to some conclusions when he hadn't come home for more than two hours after I'd called. "How was work?" Now that I knew, I didn't miss the hesitation. How many hesitations had I missed over the last months? When had this started? Why had he started this? "It was work," he said. "Got a lot done." I suppose painting a garage was work and if he finished it, then yes, he got a lot done. He was telling me the truth, but I now understood his truth for what it was: a lie. His lies. "Who was in the office with you today?" "Just me," he said after that barely discernible hesitation. "After a long day, you must be hungry. I made some stew that I could warm up for you." "I grabbed something already." Again, not a lie. "At Linda's." No question, just a statement. I was watching him, and he straightened up. "What?" "I called Linda today, and I heard you come into her house, telling her you'd finished painting her garage. Then you were wondering if dinner was ready. You apologized for not realizing she was on the phone. Your accent was unmistakable." My husband's Adam's apple moved up and down in his neck. "Honey, I went over to paint her garage. That's all." "And to have dinner with her." He didn't say anything. "Fortunately tomorrow is Sunday. During the Confession of Sin, you'll certainly have a long list in your head when you confess to those things which you ought not to have done. Lying to me about where you were. Lying to me about what you were doing today. Lying to me about who you were with. Lying to me about your dinner. You left me home all alone on a Saturday, telling me you were at work, and I worried when I called you at the office and you didn't answer. You were with Linda. All this time, you were with another woman. Why didn't you come home right away when she told you I called?" "She didn't tell me that was you on the phone. She said it was a neighbor. I would have come straight home -- Too late he realized his mistake. "If you'd realized your secret was out. But otherwise, it was OK to stay? With Linda. I suppose I should consider myself lucky you came home this early. Although if dinner smelled good when I called, what have you been doing since dinner? Having dessert?" Michael reached for me and I leaned away from him. He followed me anyway and took my hands in his, holding on when I would have pulled them away. "Suze, stop. It's not what you're thinking. I was just helping her out." "Then why the secrecy? Why not tell me?" "She asked me not to." "Let go of my hands," I said, and he very reluctantly did. I stood and so did my husband. "That doesn't help, Michael. You chose to collude with her to keep a secret from me. From your wife. You were keeping a secret with another woman. How long have you been... how long have you been seeing her?" It took him a moment to understand my delicate wording and he looked shocked. "I'm not. We're not. It's not like that, honey." "I've had a long time to think since I made my discovery. And I realized that when you began working longer hours, Linda began distancing herself from me. At first, it was just the occasional late nights at work for the first four months or so, but in the last three months, you've been missing more and more dinners, working late three or four nights a week. Either Linda was systematically stealing you from me or you were actively pursuing her. Either way, you have been lying to me and dishonoring our marriage vows with a woman I realize has been no friend to me but apparently a great friend to you." "Suze, listen to me. One night when she was over for dinner, you went to get the salad dressing and Linda asked me for help. She asked me to come over the next day to talk, and she begged me not to tell you because she was embarrassed about needing help." "Ah. The beginning of Michael and Linda. The beginning of you choosing another woman over me." "I didn't choose her over you." "Tell me, Michael. How many nights were you actually working late when you told me you wouldn't make it home for dinner?" "She's trying to get the house ready to sell. She doesn't like living there without Rich. So I've been helping her." "I may be a woman, but I think I could build an entire house in seven months. You forget that I've been to her home. It was built not too long after the war, so it's maybe seven years old. Not once did you think maybe you should tell me, or maybe if you had to help her you should come home for dinner to your own wife?" "She was lonely and I felt bad for her --" So my next words would sink in, I just looked at this man I loved so much. "Well, I was lonely and my husband is still alive." "It's not the same thing. She was devastated by Rich's death." "So much so that she's been trying to steal my husband." "Suze, Linda's your best friend." "No, she's not. Not if she could treat me like this. Not if she was luring my husband away from me." "This is getting us nowhere. I haven't been lured anywhere." "Did you peck her? Did you do...anything else with her?" "No!" But there was something on his face. He might be more Linda's than mine now, but I knew Michael. "Tell me," I demanded. "Right now." "It was nothing." "Tell me what that look was or I'll assume every terrible thought I have about my husband committing adultery is true." "I didn't, I swear it, Suze." It h!t me then when his eyes looked to the left. "You didn't go through with it, but you thought about it, didn't you?" His lips tightened. "Just once. But I didn't. I have always been faithful to you." "Right. You just lie to me all the time about working late because you're spending time with Linda and having dinner with her. Oh, and you've thought about breaking our wedding vows with her." "I didn't do anything with her. I'm sorry for lying, Susan, but that's the extent of what I've done wrong." "I'm afraid I don't see it that way because from my viewpoint, you've done irreparable damage to us." "What does that mean?" He was getting angry now. "Just what it sounds like. I no longer trust you." "You're blowing this out of proportion. Let's go to bed, and I'll show you that nothing has changed between us." "You go to bed. I'm staying up for a while." He came over to me and took me gently by the shoulders. "Honey, you're my wife. I love you." "I don't believe you love me. You put your efforts where your heart is, and your efforts haven't been directed at me in a long time. They've been directed toward Linda." "You need to let go of this. I apologized, Suze. I won't help her anymore since it bothers you. What more do you want me to do?" "No need to stop helping her," I told him. "Like I said, it makes no difference. The damage has already been done." At three in the morning -- the clock had just chimed -- Michael came back out into the living room where I was lying on the couch, my head on one of the pillows. Sleep had been impossible, so my mind had been filled with plans for the next few days. "Honey," he sat on the coffee table across from me. "Come to bed. I don't want you out here, worrying yourself over something that isn't even important." His voice was trying to coax me, something he'd never really had to work at before. When I first met Michael, I was convinced he could have been a radio announcer with that swoony voice of his. Combined with his dark, good looks, I'd felt weak when he'd turned his attention on me. With the war over, the men had returned to returned to college campuses in droves and Michael had been one of the returning Army veterans. He'd walked up beside me as I was walking to class and introduced himself. He'd stayed beside me all the way to class, and I'd noticed his slight limp. I'd later find he'd been sh0ot overseas, sending him home just ahead of the rest of those brave boys, and it would be another year before he lost his limp completely. Michael had pursued me relentlessly after that day, walking me to my dorm and looking into my eyes deeply every night before he pressed a gentle peck to my lips. "You need to hurry and sign in before curfew," he had to say just about every night since we were cutting it close. "Don't want you on restriction. I couldn't stand not being able to see you." One memorable night, he'd pecked me and then whispered in my ear, "A man could lose his religion with a girl like you." I wondered now if he'd lost his religion with Linda, too. If he'd been lying to me about how far it had gone with her. If I could ever trust him again. If he even cared how badly he'd hurt me. "Susan, come to bed." The frustration in his voice was evident; I'd never defied Michael before in our lives. Of course, I'd never had reason to. He was a good man and a good husband. Michael was generous with the money he gave me each week, never asking for an accounting, he always thanked me for the meals I made him and he was unfailingly tender and sweet with me. He'd also never said a negative word about me not getting pregnant yet. I was thinking that was a very good thing now, sad as it had made me month after month, year after year. The idea I had forming wouldn't have been possible with a child or children. Michael leaned over and took my limp hand in his strong one. "Honey, there's no need to become hysterical over this. I put the rock on your finger, no one else's. That means something." Still not getting a response from me, he pressed a peck to my palm, something he knew always melted me. "We'll go out to lunch today after church, Suze. Spend the day together, just have some fun." How about...no? Your gesture is too late, you rat fink, and it's prompted by nothing other than guilt rather than a desire to be with me. "Your hand is so cold, honey. Come to bed. Please." After another couple of minutes, while he waited for a response he was never going to get, he gently placed my hand back on the sofa. "You're making a mountain out of a molehill, Suze. I've already apologized for lying, so there's not much else I can do. I'm going back to bed, and you can stay down here and sulk if that makes you feel better, but I'm not going to lose any more sleep over this." He got up, hesitated and then leaned down and pressed a peck to my head. "I love you, Suze," he said, his hand lightly caressing my cheek before he went back to bed. I got up around six-thirty and went to the spare bedroom where I kept my clothes because somehow the closet was bigger than the master closet. I washed up in the bathroom, applied my Avon makeup pinned my hair and then got dressed. Once I put on my hat, I put a light sweater over my shoulders, slid my feet into my pumps, put on my white gloves, grabbed my pocketbook and quietly left the house. Michael liked to sleep in on the weekend, so we'd always attended the ten o'clock service together -- even during the Linda months, he hadn't missed church once. Today, I was going to attend the Morning Prayer service, which began at eight. I'd had to leave early to make the twenty minute walk without having to hurry, and I tried to calm my heart and mind by thinking of nothing but the beautiful pale blue sky, the early-morning sun and the birds happily singing to me along my way. When I finally spotted the distinctive red doors of the church, I sighed in relief. Church had always been a comfort to me. After the service, I was one of the last ones out of the sanctuary, not knowing as many people at this service but still not wanting to talk. I'd pulled down the kneeler and adopted the classic prayer pose -- head down, eyes closed, hands clasped -- so no one would dare bother me. After five minutes, I peeked and saw no one left in the sanctuary. This was going to take some courage. Rising to my feet, I tipped the kneeler back into position with the tip of my toe and turned to walk out. Father Ellis was standing at the door in the narthex, just greeting the last of the parishioners. I walked up as soon as the last one was out the door. "Susan," he greeted me with a smile. I loved the priest and his wife. They were such genuine, caring people you couldn't help but love them. "I don't usually see you at the early service, especially by yourself. Is Michael OK?" Could I do this? "Yes, Father. I imagine he's just tired from spending all day yesterday with another woman." The implication, the look on my face, the way I'd stressed it had made my meaning clear. Father Ellis looked taken aback, and no wonder. Michael and I had always seemed like a solid, happy, loving couple. "Susan, I...do you want to make an appointment with me this week to talk?"	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2,055,480	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2055456}'	No	2024-09-27 19:15	active	1545		PaintCare is hosting a free paint drop-off and giveaway event on October 12 at City of Galt. Click to learn more.	LEARN_MORE	https://paint-galt.eventbrite.com/?aff=ig	PaintCare	https://www.facebook.com/WeRecyclePaint/	88,229	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	paint-galt.eventbrite.com	VIDEO		https://paint-galt.eventbrite.com/?aff=ig	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461250928_1611547676122485_4702686806553876731_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=xupv8c8V0sUQ7kNvgG-jvzr&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AVt_McU4uVwlsiik06Gzmdr&oh=00_AYAVM6RF1HqOQcZencDQ2P6_iiZqzf4Mu0ypC6M8jzOtGw&oe=66FD16EF	PERSON_PROFILE	0	PaintCare	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,055,505	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2055464}'	Yes	2024-09-27 19:15	active	1545	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	That doesn't help, Michael. You chose to collude with her to keep a secret from me. From your wife. You were keeping a secret with another woman. How long have you been... how long have you been seeing her?" He looked shocked. "I'm not. We're not. It's not like that, honey." "Ah. The beginning of Michael and Linda. The beginning of you choosing another woman over me." "I didn't choose her over you. Suze, Linda's your best friend." "No, she's not. Not if she could treat me like this. Not if she was luring my husband away from me." __________ I sighed, and began putting the stew in a Tupperware container. Despite it being Saturday, my husband had been at work all day. He'd been working so many extra hours lately, I felt like I never saw him. Being at home with nothing to do but keeping house, cooking and sewing got lonely. My friends were busy with their children, but Michael and I hadn't been so blessed yet even though we'd been married four years. It'd been terribly discouraging and between the long-time disappointment of not having children and the more recent disappointment of my husband never being home, I was at odds as to what I could do to help my spirits along. I needed something more than volunteering at church on three different committees. In desperation, I'd secretly become an Avon lady. Ding, Dong, Avon calling! Somehow, even though Michael had always told me that he didn't want me working because I could do the most good in our home, I'd discovered that I not only loved selling Avon, but I was actually good at it. For the last four months of the six I'd been selling it, I was in the top three for my district. I made my calls during the day and still hadn't told Michael. That was because I was saving all the money I made to buy him a used Harley-Davidson motorcycle. He'd always dreamed of owning one, and I'd thought I could help that along by earning the down payment for one. So far, I had a nice little nest egg saved, and I'd been extremely frugal with my grocery allowance and pin money Michael gave me each week, which allowed me to put anything leftover into the Harley fund. Even if I couldn't have my dream of children yet, Michael could have his dream of a motorcycle. My husband worked hard, and he deserved to have some fun. With the stew in the refrigerator, and not knowing when Michael was coming home since he wasn't answering his phone at work, I felt completely at odds and didn't feel like sitting down with the mending. Sighing, I decided to give my best friend Linda a call. She'd withdrawn more and more from me in the seven months since her husband had been killed in Korea -- right before he was supposed to come home. But despite her pushing me away, I still reached out and called her, trying to get through to Linda in her grief. I'd had her over to our house often at first to get her out of her house, but I think seeing me so happy with Michael hurt her, and she grew even more distant with me. Maybe she'd be willing to come over more often if she realized Michael wasn't home, which seemed to be the norm now instead of the exception. I was hoping she'd eventually meet someone who would help spark her interest in life again because she was honestly one of the most beautiful women I knew with her lush brown hair and hourglass figure.Her phone rang once, twice -- "Hello?" she said. "Hi, Linda, it's Susan. How are you?" "Um, fine --" Then I heard a voice in the background. "Just finished painting the garage, Linda. Smells good in here. Dinner ready yet? Oh, sorry -- didn't realize you were on the phone." I knew that voice. "Is that...Michael?" I asked her. Swallowing hard, I gripped the phone tighter, waiting for her to confirm what I already knew. That was my husband's voice, the dead giveaway his deep, southern drawl that you didn't typically hear up here in the Midwest. My husband was over at Linda's, painting her garage, which meant he'd been over there a while. No wonder he hadn't answered his phone at work. And he was planning on having dinner with her. I won't be home for dinner tonight, Suze. I'm working late. It's going to be another late night, honey. Go ahead and eat without me. I'm not getting out of here anytime soon. From there, it didn't take me long to figure out that Linda had begun to distance herself around the same time that Michael had begun working late. Linda sucked in a breath and hung up on me, and I didn't bother calling her back. Since Michael had our car, I couldn't exactly go running to the other side of town where she lived and confront the two of them. Instead, I sat on the couch and waited for Michael to come home. The grandfather clock Michael's parents gave us for our wedding present was the only noise in the quiet house as I waited for my husband to come home. Tick tock. Tick tock. Seven chimes. Tick tock. Tick tock. Eight chimes. Lights turned into our driveway at eight fourteen. Minutes later, Michael walked in the side door. "Suze?" he called out. I didn't answer. Let him look for me. He walked into the living room, and almost startled when he realized I was in the dim room without a light on. "Suze? Honey?" He switched on the lamp. "Why are you sitting here in the dark? Are you OK?" "Just thinking," I said absently. He sat beside me on the couch, and when his legs would have touched me, I moved mine aside. I'd come to some conclusions when he hadn't come home for more than two hours after I'd called. "How was work?" Now that I knew, I didn't miss the hesitation. How many hesitations had I missed over the last months? When had this started? Why had he started this? "It was work," he said. "Got a lot done." I suppose painting a garage was work and if he finished it, then yes, he got a lot done. He was telling me the truth, but I now understood his truth for what it was: a lie. His lies. "Who was in the office with you today?" "Just me," he said after that barely discernible hesitation. "After a long day, you must be hungry. I made some stew that I could warm up for you." "I grabbed something already." Again, not a lie. "At Linda's." No question, just a statement. I was watching him, and he straightened up. "What?" "I called Linda today, and I heard you come into her house, telling her you'd finished painting her garage. Then you were wondering if dinner was ready. You apologized for not realizing she was on the phone. Your accent was unmistakable." My husband's Adam's apple moved up and down in his neck. "Honey, I went over to paint her garage. That's all." "And to have dinner with her." He didn't say anything. "Fortunately tomorrow is Sunday. During the Confession of Sin, you'll certainly have a long list in your head when you confess to those things which you ought not to have done. Lying to me about where you were. Lying to me about what you were doing today. Lying to me about who you were with. Lying to me about your dinner. You left me home all alone on a Saturday, telling me you were at work, and I worried when I called you at the office and you didn't answer. You were with Linda. All this time, you were with another woman. Why didn't you come home right away when she told you I called?" "She didn't tell me that was you on the phone. She said it was a neighbor. I would have come straight home -- Too late he realized his mistake. "If you'd realized your secret was out. But otherwise, it was OK to stay? With Linda. I suppose I should consider myself lucky you came home this early. Although if dinner smelled good when I called, what have you been doing since dinner? Having dessert?" Michael reached for me and I leaned away from him. He followed me anyway and took my hands in his, holding on when I would have pulled them away. "Suze, stop. It's not what you're thinking. I was just helping her out." "Then why the secrecy? Why not tell me?" "She asked me not to." "Let go of my hands," I said, and he very reluctantly did. I stood and so did my husband. "That doesn't help, Michael. You chose to collude with her to keep a secret from me. From your wife. You were keeping a secret with another woman. How long have you been... how long have you been seeing her?" It took him a moment to understand my delicate wording and he looked shocked. "I'm not. We're not. It's not like that, honey." "I've had a long time to think since I made my discovery. And I realized that when you began working longer hours, Linda began distancing herself from me. At first, it was just the occasional late nights at work for the first four months or so, but in the last three months, you've been missing more and more dinners, working late three or four nights a week. Either Linda was systematically stealing you from me or you were actively pursuing her. Either way, you have been lying to me and dishonoring our marriage vows with a woman I realize has been no friend to me but apparently a great friend to you." "Suze, listen to me. One night when she was over for dinner, you went to get the salad dressing and Linda asked me for help. She asked me to come over the next day to talk, and she begged me not to tell you because she was embarrassed about needing help." "Ah. The beginning of Michael and Linda. The beginning of you choosing another woman over me." "I didn't choose her over you." "Tell me, Michael. How many nights were you actually working late when you told me you wouldn't make it home for dinner?" "She's trying to get the house ready to sell. She doesn't like living there without Rich. So I've been helping her." "I may be a woman, but I think I could build an entire house in seven months. You forget that I've been to her home. It was built not too long after the war, so it's maybe seven years old. Not once did you think maybe you should tell me, or maybe if you had to help her you should come home for dinner to your own wife?" "She was lonely and I felt bad for her --" So my next words would sink in, I just looked at this man I loved so much. "Well, I was lonely and my husband is still alive." "It's not the same thing. She was devastated by Rich's death." "So much so that she's been trying to steal my husband." "Suze, Linda's your best friend." "No, she's not. Not if she could treat me like this. Not if she was luring my husband away from me." "This is getting us nowhere. I haven't been lured anywhere." "Did you peck her? Did you do...anything else with her?" "No!" But there was something on his face. He might be more Linda's than mine now, but I knew Michael. "Tell me," I demanded. "Right now." "It was nothing." "Tell me what that look was or I'll assume every terrible thought I have about my husband committing adultery is true." "I didn't, I swear it, Suze." It h!t me then when his eyes looked to the left. "You didn't go through with it, but you thought about it, didn't you?" His lips tightened. "Just once. But I didn't. I have always been faithful to you." "Right. You just lie to me all the time about working late because you're spending time with Linda and having dinner with her. Oh, and you've thought about breaking our wedding vows with her." "I didn't do anything with her. I'm sorry for lying, Susan, but that's the extent of what I've done wrong." "I'm afraid I don't see it that way because from my viewpoint, you've done irreparable damage to us." "What does that mean?" He was getting angry now. "Just what it sounds like. I no longer trust you." "You're blowing this out of proportion. Let's go to bed, and I'll show you that nothing has changed between us." "You go to bed. I'm staying up for a while." He came over to me and took me gently by the shoulders. "Honey, you're my wife. I love you." "I don't believe you love me. You put your efforts where your heart is, and your efforts haven't been directed at me in a long time. They've been directed toward Linda." "You need to let go of this. I apologized, Suze. I won't help her anymore since it bothers you. What more do you want me to do?" "No need to stop helping her," I told him. "Like I said, it makes no difference. The damage has already been done." At three in the morning -- the clock had just chimed -- Michael came back out into the living room where I was lying on the couch, my head on one of the pillows. Sleep had been impossible, so my mind had been filled with plans for the next few days. "Honey," he sat on the coffee table across from me. "Come to bed. I don't want you out here, worrying yourself over something that isn't even important." His voice was trying to coax me, something he'd never really had to work at before. When I first met Michael, I was convinced he could have been a radio announcer with that swoony voice of his. Combined with his dark, good looks, I'd felt weak when he'd turned his attention on me. With the war over, the men had returned to returned to college campuses in droves and Michael had been one of the returning Army veterans. He'd walked up beside me as I was walking to class and introduced himself. He'd stayed beside me all the way to class, and I'd noticed his slight limp. I'd later find he'd been sh0ot overseas, sending him home just ahead of the rest of those brave boys, and it would be another year before he lost his limp completely. Michael had pursued me relentlessly after that day, walking me to my dorm and looking into my eyes deeply every night before he pressed a gentle peck to my lips. "You need to hurry and sign in before curfew," he had to say just about every night since we were cutting it close. "Don't want you on restriction. I couldn't stand not being able to see you." One memorable night, he'd pecked me and then whispered in my ear, "A man could lose his religion with a girl like you." I wondered now if he'd lost his religion with Linda, too. If he'd been lying to me about how far it had gone with her. If I could ever trust him again. If he even cared how badly he'd hurt me. "Susan, come to bed." The frustration in his voice was evident; I'd never defied Michael before in our lives. Of course, I'd never had reason to. He was a good man and a good husband. Michael was generous with the money he gave me each week, never asking for an accounting, he always thanked me for the meals I made him and he was unfailingly tender and sweet with me. He'd also never said a negative word about me not getting pregnant yet. I was thinking that was a very good thing now, sad as it had made me month after month, year after year. The idea I had forming wouldn't have been possible with a child or children. Michael leaned over and took my limp hand in his strong one. "Honey, there's no need to become hysterical over this. I put the rock on your finger, no one else's. That means something." Still not getting a response from me, he pressed a peck to my palm, something he knew always melted me. "We'll go out to lunch today after church, Suze. Spend the day together, just have some fun." How about...no? Your gesture is too late, you rat fink, and it's prompted by nothing other than guilt rather than a desire to be with me. "Your hand is so cold, honey. Come to bed. Please." After another couple of minutes, while he waited for a response he was never going to get, he gently placed my hand back on the sofa. "You're making a mountain out of a molehill, Suze. I've already apologized for lying, so there's not much else I can do. I'm going back to bed, and you can stay down here and sulk if that makes you feel better, but I'm not going to lose any more sleep over this." He got up, hesitated and then leaned down and pressed a peck to my head. "I love you, Suze," he said, his hand lightly caressing my cheek before he went back to bed. I got up around six-thirty and went to the spare bedroom where I kept my clothes because somehow the closet was bigger than the master closet. I washed up in the bathroom, applied my Avon makeup pinned my hair and then got dressed. Once I put on my hat, I put a light sweater over my shoulders, slid my feet into my pumps, put on my white gloves, grabbed my pocketbook and quietly left the house. Michael liked to sleep in on the weekend, so we'd always attended the ten o'clock service together -- even during the Linda months, he hadn't missed church once. Today, I was going to attend the Morning Prayer service, which began at eight. I'd had to leave early to make the twenty minute walk without having to hurry, and I tried to calm my heart and mind by thinking of nothing but the beautiful pale blue sky, the early-morning sun and the birds happily singing to me along my way. When I finally spotted the distinctive red doors of the church, I sighed in relief. Church had always been a comfort to me. After the service, I was one of the last ones out of the sanctuary, not knowing as many people at this service but still not wanting to talk. I'd pulled down the kneeler and adopted the classic prayer pose -- head down, eyes closed, hands clasped -- so no one would dare bother me. After five minutes, I peeked and saw no one left in the sanctuary. This was going to take some courage. Rising to my feet, I tipped the kneeler back into position with the tip of my toe and turned to walk out. Father Ellis was standing at the door in the narthex, just greeting the last of the parishioners. I walked up as soon as the last one was out the door. "Susan," he greeted me with a smile. I loved the priest and his wife. They were such genuine, caring people you couldn't help but love them. "I don't usually see you at the early service, especially by yourself. Is Michael OK?" Could I do this? "Yes, Father. I imagine he's just tired from spending all day yesterday with another woman." The implication, the look on my face, the way I'd stressed it had made my meaning clear. Father Ellis looked taken aback, and no wonder. Michael and I had always seemed like a solid, happy, loving couple. "Susan, I...do you want to make an appointment with me this week to talk?"	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2,055,508	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2055447}'	Yes	2024-09-27 19:15	active	1545	✅💯100% Virgin Hair+$30 Value Gift Giveaway	🎉50% off! Multiple lengths & colors! 💃Helps you accomplish a variety of fashionable looks! ✅Suitable for any hair type! 😍Hair Savior!	ORDER_NOW	https://www.yilitehair.com/product-boost-extension	Yilite HAIR VIP	https://www.facebook.com/yilitehairvip/	9,282	1969-12-31 18:00	Order now	www.yilitehair.com	VIDEO		https://www.yilitehair.com/product-boost-extension/short/rezCrI7U?utm_source=WWYY011017&utm_medium=WWYY011017&utm_campaign=WWYY011017&utm_content=WWYY011017	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461415616_1440989049915614_3006311415985772720_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Z3XhjSECh8wQ7kNvgGMR277&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AVt_McU4uVwlsiik06Gzmdr&oh=00_AYDltpp7XFYsgxsS3Bx4rG6ha04Dl9qWLj3v8E9sRohThA&oe=66FD35E8	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Yilite HAIR VIP	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,055,524	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-09-27 19:15	active	1545		✨🚨GIVEAWAY ALERT!🚨✨ New Merch Drop! We’re giving away 1 of our brand new super soft hoodies! Get ready to get cozy 🍁 How to enter: 📱Follow @lovecorn_snacks on Instagram ❤️Like this post 🌽Tag a friend in the comments 🗣BONUS: Share this post in your stories for an extra entry! 🍀Good luck! Giveaway is open to USA residents only. No purchase necessary to enter or win giveaway. Giveaway starts Sept 26 2024 2PM ET and ends Sept 30 at 11:59PM ET. Entries must be received in that period of time in order to qualify. 1 (one) winner will be chosen at random. The prize consists of 1 (one) LOVE CORN hoodie. This contest is in no way sponsored, endorsed or associated with Instagram.	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/lovecorn_snacks	LOVE CORN	https://www.facebook.com/lovecornsnacks/	6,362	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	VIDEO		http://instagram.com/lovecorn_snacks	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461508513_848879650561594_1678848095818644794_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=4jnx8U_vcqUQ7kNvgFybvX0&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AVt_McU4uVwlsiik06Gzmdr&oh=00_AYB1gQOGNnGNUMzmb5IbgmailrrkCF8gtuaI5MP6_IW5Dg&oe=66FD1D4F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	LOVE CORN	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,055,534	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2055778}'	No	2024-09-27 19:15	active	1545		⛳️🎃👻IT'S GIVEAWAY TIME! 👻🎃⛳️ Enter for a chance to win this 👻 Boo Basket! This basket contains a $120 RTJ Gift Card, a 30oz Pumpkin Spice Stanley, and more! TO ENTER: 1️⃣ FOLLOW Good Air Heating and Cooling LLC 2️⃣ LIKE This Post 3️⃣ Tag TWO Friends in the comments on this post! ‼️ BONUS Entry ‼ Share this post😎 The winner will be announced on October 1st! 🎉 Be aware of potential scams. The winner will be contacted directly through Messenger from this account on October 1st. We will never initiate contact asking for personal information.	CALL_NOW		Good Air Heating and Cooling LLC	https://www.facebook.com/GoodAirHeatingandCoolingLLC/	30	1969-12-31 18:00	Call now		IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461553988_962082545671097_8224853623976848058_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=rR273hdZYkkQ7kNvgF5DE4g&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AVt_McU4uVwlsiik06Gzmdr&oh=00_AYAnk3qQ5eXLL5GXanv2B22MqC4OqaDjE88g-oyqw3KOfA&oe=66FD1945	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Good Air Heating and Cooling LLC	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,055,565	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2055559}'	No	2024-09-27 19:15	active	1545			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	https://www.instagram.com/_u/biigpluto	Pluto Clothing	https://www.facebook.com/biigpluto/	51	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		https://www.instagram.com/_u/biigpluto	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461292296_539014128861121_7979884130070511359_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=fERPl6vaxyMQ7kNvgHNWNbj&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A3b21zACoPBDdSA4SxKXA1q&oh=00_AYBlf64IYhos8lICC5JFBODipqkuvhK4QE_GL7XS_YI9MQ&oe=66FD08EE	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Pluto Clothing	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,055,563	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2055559}'	No	2024-09-27 19:15	active	1545			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	https://www.instagram.com/_u/biigpluto	Pluto Clothing	https://www.facebook.com/biigpluto/	51	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		https://www.instagram.com/_u/biigpluto	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461292296_539014128861121_7979884130070511359_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=fERPl6vaxyMQ7kNvgHNWNbj&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A3b21zACoPBDdSA4SxKXA1q&oh=00_AYBlf64IYhos8lICC5JFBODipqkuvhK4QE_GL7XS_YI9MQ&oe=66FD08EE	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Pluto Clothing	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,055,552	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-09-27 19:15	active	1545		Ride in style with waterproof, faux leather seat covers. Contrast, comfort, and class! 🚗💖 #SeatCover #LuxuryRide #WaterproofStyle #CarComfort #SeatCoversStyle #DriveInLuxury	SHOP_NOW	https://www.temu.com/kuiper/un1.html?subj=feed-un&	Charlson werwer	https://www.facebook.com/100088985928007/	7,051	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop now	www.temu.com	VIDEO		https://www.temu.com/kuiper/un1.html?subj=feed-un&_bg_fs=1&_p_mat1_type=1&_p_jump_id=725&_x_vst_scene=adg&locale_override=211~~USD&goods_id=601099581686689&_p_rfs=1&_x_ads_channel=kol_metabca&_x_ads_sub_channel=influencer&_x_bg_adid=10992359&_x_ads_set={{campaign.id}}&_x_ads_id={{adset.id}}&_x_ads_creative_id={{ad.id}}&_x_ns_source={{site_source_name}}&_x_ns_placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461414483_404768429333562_1140387362859015011_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=l5JD5JfpOM4Q7kNvgERG3ew&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A3b21zACoPBDdSA4SxKXA1q&oh=00_AYBfXs3ZInad8PdYGo-Cx4zXb2Kz4cZ3NDeLfNAhrewfDA&oe=66FD12CB	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Charlson werwer	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,056,119	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2055922}'	No	2024-09-27 19:19	active	1545	Enter To Win!		LEARN_MORE	https://www.hxhome.solutions/window-giveaway/	HX Home Solutions	https://www.facebook.com/hxhomesolutions/	241	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	hxhome.solutions	CAROUSEL		https://www.hxhome.solutions/window-giveaway/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461526227_351417084628871_6337407291858270415_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=D5c0mIJGoZcQ7kNvgHLmUrq&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AOYugJcUIU4aaBbbF0tgFlb&oh=00_AYDzzY0hNh0NozcMnQu-hdx1AcJ0T8MkBoplZgkWn318Lg&oe=66FD1F3E	PERSON_PROFILE	0	HX Home Solutions	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,055,578	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2055778}'	No	2024-09-27 19:15	active	1545	Yarina Alvarez	I’m Yarina Alvarez the $1,08,000 000 lottery winner.This is my Giveaway page and I’m giving out $2000	MESSAGE_PAGE		Yarina Alvarez	https://www.facebook.com/61565139415379/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461547679_519902840985576_4211017293198563366_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Nazuc4CfmVEQ7kNvgGQh5ac&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A3b21zACoPBDdSA4SxKXA1q&oh=00_AYDMVz4TPc1241mS9rVvgIDpqUHamZUJheS6if--kgAXVA&oe=66FD0667	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Yarina Alvarez	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,055,574	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2055572}'	No	2024-09-27 19:15	active	1545			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/saturnostore.online	saturnostore.online	https://www.instagram.com/_u/saturnostore.online	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/saturnostore.online	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/460594545_546012691188463_536948022064337925_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=01e7c5&_nc_ohc=6W71lbWiSScQ7kNvgEArfqh&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYDHx0NWmaVQXNwMAhQbA5x4s1_y4J4uQqP1KR_U3PQ35A&oe=66FD2E5E	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	saturnostore.online	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,055,598	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-09-27 19:15	active	1545	50 Carat Shopping Spree Giveaway		SIGN_UP	https://sparkala.com/pages/50-carat-shopping-spree	Sparkala	https://www.facebook.com/SparkalaJewelry/	9	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign up	Sparkala.com	VIDEO		https://sparkala.com/pages/50-carat-shopping-spree-by-sparkala%E2%84%A2	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461599987_1065884307946952_3734932889174272524_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=zndDwgabiwcQ7kNvgHBr6zi&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A3b21zACoPBDdSA4SxKXA1q&oh=00_AYB2YvEJlc9sePYS1VDMNCqr-d4gEfK8HXR2mST3QXaP0Q&oe=66FD1494	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Sparkala	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,055,600	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2055778}'	Yes	2024-09-27 19:15	active	1545		🎉GIVEAWAY! WIN 4 tickets to Meijer Gardens! Glow Garden is back at Frederik Meijer Gardens & Sculpture Park plus more autumn fun! Every Tuesday in October, walk through the illuminated forest! 🎃Glowing pumpkins 🎃Pumpkin carving demo 🎸Live music, fall treats & food trucks 💐Mums! Flower show all through October 🍁Leaf peeping Enter to Win -> https://go.grandrapids.kids/win-fmg-glow-garden-2024			Grand Rapids Kids	https://www.facebook.com/grkids/	66,181	1969-12-31 18:00			MULTI_IMAGES			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461326705_2214345815615418_3571277344233517317_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=sCBu5C13wU8Q7kNvgHx3i3n&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A3b21zACoPBDdSA4SxKXA1q&oh=00_AYBEBQHbzbnwXcA-64OAD0eDBAfs4o6U5Edm4bbozE7X7A&oe=66FD2E37	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Grand Rapids Kids	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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