Showing posts with label husband. Show all posts
Showing posts with label husband. Show all posts

Thursday, July 4, 2013

real funny events from my life - VII



I keep coming up with posts that share the almost same heading as this one. It may seem a little weird to one, but for me that is normal. I cannot help much with that because I keep bumping into situations that provide the feed for such posts. Though I have no idea as to how that actually happens.
Anyway, I am happy that I get to witness many such moments in my life time. Hence, I end up penning them so that they could also bring a smile to whosoever end up getting a glance on them.

So, taking the series up further I recall a moment when I and my husband ended up meeting one of the current generations of Bollywood's promising and good-looking debutante.

If I recall correctly, it was the summers of 2010 and we both were on a short trip to Switzerland.

En route we had a 3-4 hour halt at Dubai. It was there where I noticed a familiar looking young and beautiful woman buying Clinique cosmetics. Instantly then my memory became friends with me and told me that the lady was the same one who models for the Maybelline cosmetics brand back home in India.

Since a little while earlier my husband had shooed me away since he was busy catching a nap, I thought of getting into a some small talk with that familiar looking woman in an otherwise boring airport.

So, I started the conversation by being sarcastic on her for fooling people in general by promoting something else and actually using something else in real.

On the other had, she turned out to be as kind a person as she looked.
She simply laughed off my scorn and continued chatting with me.

She told me that she was surprised because never before anyone had noticed her modeling for the Forever21 brand in the U.S of A. She rather believed that no one in her country or in the U.S.A actually knew her or even the fact that she was in fact an Asian and not a U.S.A resident.

Seeing her exuberance I truly felt that that day my memory was really happy being my friend. LOL

Anyway, taking our conversation further I even spoke to her about my being unhappy regarding the brand Forever21. I told her that my bone of contention with them was on a plain basic fact of being biased.
And that was that many of their products were made in India by cotton produced on the Indian soil, may be or may be not produced by an Indian textile unit, and lastly modeled by an Indian woman like the one with whom I was speaking; but still they were not sold in India.
To this and to all my other arguments she responded warmly with a hearty smile. Consequently, I developed an instant organic liking for her.
And after that we continued doing the regular girly chit-chat and I got so lost in the conversation with her that I did not realize that my husband appeared just next to me.

Obviously, that lady also got surprised seeing a stranger arriving from nowhere and giving a smile to her. The moment I realized that it was him, I introduced him to her and vice-versa.
And as none of us had expected, my act of introducing the two of them ended up being the last conversation between me and her.

This is what I said that time that day:

"This is my husband, Mr. Brar; and dear this is a top model of our country Ms. Penty."

As you must have guessed by now, all of us got stunned for few seconds.

No, I did not bother to care about the feelings of Ms. Penty, I just laughed in embarrassment and then we all laughed together, may be that too in combined embarrassment.

Till today whenever I see her on my TV screen dancing on Tumhi ho bandhu…I end up laughing.

P.S.: To this day I wonder if my dearest husband was actually catching on his sleep or was he watching me from a distance?

Or was it that Mr. Brar was staring secretly on Ms. Penty??



                                                         
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Monday, June 10, 2013

a big learning

I am a little sad and very enlightened at the same time right now.

About 4 hours back I along with the help of my friend Yashpal, had accomplished the task of throwing away a wild and big nest of a bird.

I call that a task because the nest was built inside a cavity that holds the electric mains of my house. So, basically inside the cavity there is a coiled wild of electric wires of yellow, red and green in colour; below which there was a coil of brown twigs all strewn to form a bird's nest.

I had earlier thought of throwing away the nest, but at that time I had discovered some strange coloured eggs, so I refrained. But now as there were no signs of a living creature there, so I managed to make my electrical mains cavity clean.

Plus, I had no regrets of my task, as I had practically killed no one, also there are plenty of high rise and bushy trees in my house compound, so I was thinking that my act will prompt the feathered ones to build their household in them instead.

But just few minutes ago when I went out, I was surprised to notice that the remains of the nest, that we had thrown to the floor were just not there. I was surprised because no one visited my house after that, and also my domestic maid is on a leave. That sight made me wonder who the hell cleared the twigs and stems from my house.

And just then it struck me to check out the cavity where the nest was originally situated. And to my utter surprise, the nest was back in its place, with a new decor. I mean this time it was more towards the right hand corner of the cavity, instead at the center where it was at the last time. May be the birds now must have felt the right hand corner more secure, considering the wall of the cavity acting as a barrier, probably. I seriously do not know what the intelligent aves must have thought. But since that re-building incident, I have been doing a lot of thinking. I seriously regret my act of destroying their hard work.

And I also got a lesson, no one can stop you from re-building. Wow, a big salute to those hard working and positive spirited ones. Wish each one of us could learn a little from them.

The only thing I hope now is that none of those birds face a shock from the loose hanging electric wires.

And needless to mention, I also got a grouch from my husband for the same. And just few days ago he was the one who called me lazy for not clearing that overgrown nest.

Guess, some people like me are born unlucky.

Friday, May 31, 2013

This fear of dying

I do not know since when, but since a very long time I have developed this morbid fear of death. Since past few years, I have been getting this strong jolts that just some other day my husband would die.

And this fear of mine got really testified when my father died few months back. I know it sounds really eerie, but I was in fact getting those jittery feels of something wrong and bad things about to happen. And yeah they all in fact got true.

I have hardly coped up with that dreaded loss that now every other day I wake up to a feeling that some one near and dear is also about to leave me. Now whether that could be my husband, my sister, mother or my mother-in-law or my sister-in-law.

I remember how many times I have checked my mother and husband while they were sleeping for if they were really breathing.I know it all sounds too dramatic, today while writing all this, I too feel that, but this is what the truth is.

 I wish whom ever you love should never die....wish that was really possible....

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Game of Shadows

This one is my favourite. I have been reading the Sherlock Holmes since donkey number of years. Earlier in school when reading anything else than a text book from the then current academic year was banned, I used to sneak in a thin copy of individual Holmes adventures in between my fat course books to read when my mother's jemmying eyes were not on me. Those were generally borrowed from a library or from a friend. Within the lending period I would end up reading the book twice or thrice times, since I was so much in love with the character, the story and the overall journey of adventure by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Things changed when I grew up. During my first 6 months of my first job, I ended up buying the entire Sherlock Holmes series. I read each and every page of the book with all my senses, of course excluding the sense of taste, literally.

I also gifted the entire set to my husband's niece, she is also a big big Holmes fan.

But my tryst with Holmes got to a new terrain when I recently witnessed Mr. Holmes through Robert Downey Jr. That was my first encounter with Mr. Holmes in the form of someone else imagination, Guy Ritchie to be specific. Well he is the same guy who has been a husband to my another favourite Madonna for a long number of years. Well, an entertainer's husband is expected to come out with an entertainer. 

Coming back to the movie, Oh boy, I was so thrilled. Each and every scene was spectacular, though the movie had its own imagiantiona nd story to it, but the style was more or less the Doyle's. So, overall I loved it. The leading good guys are ofcourse worth being loved, but I think I ended up more in love with the bad man's character, Professor Moriarty played beautifully by Jared Harris. Apart from being a wonderful actor, the man looks so sexy. OMG I am all crushed, I watched the movie twice just to see his expressions again during a particular scene. To be specific the scene when he is signing autographs for his fans and is also enquiring about his travel plans with one of his serviceman. His expressions in that particular scene took my breath away, and since then I am all crushed. I do have a crush on Mr. Downey, he played such a convincing English detective with his pipes tucked to the sides of his mouth, but still Professor Moriarty had more charm to him. 

And now only I got to know that there was one more Sherlock Holmes before this one in the year 2009. I am sure those days I was so stuck with my job and corporate career, I would have barely noticed that one. This one also I saw after 2 months of its official release, what to do I live in tier-II city of my country. Movie reels take long to get transferred here. 

And I feel ashamed in writing this, cause I worked for the company that was a pioneer in movie distribution, leading to same day, time release of a movie all over, thus facilitating the viewers from each geography to experience the best and equal movie experience as compared to the viewers from metro cities. 

Guys we got a long way to catch up!!!

my latest crush - Jared Harris

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Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The Other Man

This is my favourite favourite of the lot. I discovered this one, when I was enjoying my pretty vacations in Kerala's Munnar. It was so pretty, especially because of the monsoons, since I went off-season. Well, I always visit pretty destinations during their typical off-season. It is my strategy to utilize the opportunity to be the very few tourists to enjoy the beautiful location, unlike during the visit friendly seasons, when tourists flock in great numbers. That ways I end up looking human beings again and not the place that I have come to visit.

Anyways, coming back to my movie, I just loved the representation of the husband discovering about the adultery ways of his dead wife, whom he loved a lot, well she also loved him a lot. Just that she loved another man also apart from her husband. But nowhere in the movie it seems that the woman committed a crime of exploring illegal ways of finding love and happiness in her life, nor that her husband is depicted to be non-loving or villain kinds, it is just that she falls in love with that other man, although being deeply in love with her own husband.

As I mentioned, that I watched this movie when I was on my vacation, so I missed watching the entire movie, so immediately after returning from my "trip to Kerala"*,  I watched the entire movie from start to the end. And I was in love with it. Nobody seems to be wrong in the story, neither the husband who is so hurt and jealous of the man with whom his wife was having an affair, nor the other man, beautifully played by Antonio Bendares, and of course not the wife who at the first place started the entire complexity to the situation.

Well, just to think of it, she loved her husband so much that she purposely kept her passwords to the computer out so that her husband gets to know about her secrets once she is physically gone from his life.

She also loved that other man so much that in spite of knowing that he was bankrupt, she loved him candidly and even tried helping him out.

And our poor defeated husband who was earlier bursting of malice for the other man, so much so that he even contrives killing him, but the moment he realised that he loved his wife truly, he pardons him as well.

And how can I keep myself from mentioning that the real icing on the cake was when he realises that his wife did not succumb to adultery ways because of the other man's money or power, but just because he loved her immensely, he pardons her as well.

He also treats and provides financial help to the poor janitor his wife was in love with, ahhhh there slows down the male ego...lol

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* will blog about my trip to Kerala soon, that was so hilarious...
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Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Husband's Happy Birthday

What could be the best gift to a husband after 6 years of marriage; 4 years of courtship and 1 year of literal running and chasing her??? Well, that makes 11 years of seeing, knowing and tolerating the same woman for 11 long years...

Therefore, to make things different and especially beautiful for him, I escaped being with him on his birthday. Let him enjoy with his friends, what else some thing special could a wife for her dearest husband??

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Sunday, August 14, 2011

Marital Relations - IV

A young girl was bitten by the fashion fad of hair straightening.
Being a student, she did not have enough allowances with her to get her hair properly straightened at a hair salon.

She then approached her boyfriend to fund the same for her. Poor boyfriend had no other option but to succumb to his girl friend’s whims and fancies.

He started saving from his part-time job to gather enough cash to gift to his girl friend.
After some time the girl got the required amount of funds from her boy friend. She duly used the funds to get the perfect straightened hair that she was wanting since a long time.

Naturally, she was very happy after the entire experience, and went straight to her boy friend to show him her perfect mane.

She kept twisting and turning flaunting her sleek hair, the way probably a child would do with a new toy he would have been gifted on his third birthday.

Few minutes must have passed in flattery, when she suddenly realized that her boy friend had not been truly appreciative of her efforts in looking better, except for uttering “nice, nice” just a few times.

At once she started accusing him of being not committal and unappreciative towards her.

The moment her tears started rolling, the boy friend got nervous and ended up saying something in a complete fumble.

Boy Friend: “Oh dear, you look so lovely. Your hair is as flat as my pockets right now Oh, rather as flat as your chest. !!”

Obviously, they both never met after the conversation.

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Monday, August 8, 2011

Marital Relations - III

Once a

newly married bride was novice at cooking as well.

Everyday she would prepare a meal for the dinner.

That was the only meal they both used to have together. It was their work life that made the dinner to be the only meal they used to have at home.

Each night before sleeping, wife would ask the husband about the meal.

Wife: “How was the dinner tonight?”

Husband: “Very well, just like you my love?”

This happened for sometime, and then one fine day some friends called on the couple for drinks.

The lady decided to cook some dinner for the guests. The husband suggested many a times to his wife, of ordering food from a restaurant in order to save her time and energy.

Nevertheless, the lady cooked the food for the guests, and thanked her husband for being so thoughtful of her.

After the drinks, everyone looked forward to the meal.

Somehow the guests did not like the food that was served. Although they were courteous to not let the hosts know about it. They simply tasted everything, and filled their tummies with the snacks and bites that were not home-made.

Being witness to all this, the lady was very sad. She was under-going frustration, but she kept herself calm till the guests left.

After they left, the lady started crying out of frustration and understood the whole thing.

She understood that she was never good at cooking, and her husband always lied to her all this while.

The husband tried pacifying her, but she kept crying and shouting.

She confronted him and asked him what made him lie to her for so long.

The man not knowing how to react simply answered: “I always thought of sleeping with a peaceful mind, if not the tummy”
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Saturday, August 6, 2011

Marital Relations - II

Every time after visiting his mother’s grave, husband used to shed a tear.

The entire drive back home used to be in silence, along with the company of his wife.

Years and years passed, but the wife did not find any change in her husband’s love for his beloved mother.

Each visit to the mother’s grave would bring tears to the man.

Moved by her husband’s devotion and love for his dead mother, she happened to ask him once.

Wife: “Darling, will you love me with the same intensity, as you do to your mother”

Husband replied: “Yes, love I would, why would I not”

Wife: “Promise??”

Husband: “Yes, that’s a promise!!”

Wife: “Will you even shed tears if I happen to die someday??”

Husband: “Of course, but I cannot promise if the tears would be of the same nature!!”

Friday, August 5, 2011

Marital Relations - I

A businessman’s educated wife once asked him why he was not willing to take her in his business.

She would often pester him with the question, explaining to him each time that they could work better together, and he can use her experience to bring his business to better success.

But he would always ignore her, and would leave her frustrated.

One day the argument on the same topic reached to the Do or Die situation.

That is when the husband explained to his wife, that marriage is more like the prepaid balance in your mobile card.

It is up to you to finish all the talk-time in a day’s time, or else use it minimally each day for a longer period of time.

The question of wife joining her husband’s business was never discussed again.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Prisoner's Husband

I switch off the alarm and I wake up with a smile on my face. After my regular half an hour session of exercise, I wake up my 6 year old son, Joan. He gets irritated a bit when made to wake up at 7 am in the morning for school. I know I am not that good as a mother at my job of nurturing my son as well as a mother would be, but I am getting better with each day. I try to being a smile on his face by preparing his favorite stuff for breakfast; and that also energizes him in getting dressed up quick for his school. Today I prepared a French toast along with eggs, sunny sides up!! I prepared the breakfast, while he took a shower and dressed into his school uniform. He could sense the aroma of food and rushed in to have it with me, at our favorite corner of the house. That remains our make-shift dining arrangement in our balcony facing the serene nature on the other side. The satisfied look on my son’s face, the calmness around, and a pride in me that I made the best breakfast for my son; all together gift me the best 15 minutes of my daily grind during the weekdays. I so love my week days. The entire process of doing things for my son, seeing him off to his school, thinking about him during my work, rushing home in the evening to see him play with his friends, and then working with him on his home work, preparing dinner, feeding him and putting him off to sleep with a good night kiss, I think I manage quite well without his mom. I think the same for the entire week, till the Sunday comes, and along with it comes the time to meet Joan’s mother and my wife of 10 years. Unlike most of the people that one would know of, I indeed dread Sundays. It is a day for emotional torment for both of us, in fact for all the three of us. It does create a sort of illusion on a 6 year old child’s mind to find his mother only once a week, and that too behind the bars inside a prison. I regret calculating how much my child has missed on fortunes of being caressed, pampered and loved by his mother. As a consultant Chartered Accountant, I can calculate the years of bonding between my child and wife to be precise a year and a half!! I wish and pray to the Almighty that my child gets to spend a normal routine life with his mother and father together as a family after at least 5 odd years from now; when her sentence ends. I request the people up above to observe and cherish the look on my child’s face when he meets his mother for just 15 minutes in the entire week; and forgive us just once for the actions that we humans tend to take in the name of wrath when our religion, community or the family is at stake.

People do tell me that it might get difficult for him to accept his mother at a later stage of life when he grows up and understands things and life. But to speak from the heart, I do not even care a bit for anyone. I have known my child’s mother for long; had it not been for her, I would not have had an adorable son like Joan in my life.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Escorted Journey


Counting it back, we virtually got connected exactly on the same day; when we had met for the first time after our separation. Seven years is enough time to start one’s generation. But anyway, it does not seem much considering the fact that we first met some 15 years back; when at that time I was not even 15 years old. He was probably 15 then, considering that he is 30 today.

Friends from my Business management school used to scorn me and my love life. Indeed it is difficult to imagine committing to a person without even meeting him once in past few years. Love has at times strange to show its affinity. Considering his track record of ditching me all the time, I really could not believe when he told me that he could drop me from Geneva to Paris. That is the reason why I did not cancel my rail bookings for the same journey. They could have been a backup in case he would have re-considered his travel plans. You never know work may appear any time to anyone. Considering it was my ex-boyfriend Matt, I had experience of seeing official work appearing like earthworms in rains from nowhere. Do not know why, but I could never believe that he could make an attempt to meet me. I had enough past reference to come to a conclusion like that. Such a thing had never happened in the past. Obviously, the event of its happening in real life did not cross my logical mind. Though logic tells me circumstances can change any time, so could people. All such thoughts had kept me worried, and finally I called him to inform that I would not be meeting him. I wanted to have my last word, was very scared to be left alone once again by the same person. As usual, I only had to pay the price for it. I kept weeping and weeping. I thought I had cleared my share of baggage guilt by telling my husband everything. I always knew he would have no issues. On our way from Lucerne to Bern, the entire conversation of ours had a very little mention of Matt. My husband was always generous in giving me my space. The entire journey I rested my head on his shoulder, his warmth was enough to make me forget entire failed plans of rendezvous with my ex – Matt.

But leaving from Bern to Geneva, my husband was not there to accompany me. He had a meeting with his client in Bern. I went ahead with my journey alone. The entire journey my thoughts wandered around him and only him. Luckily meeting old friends there, I quickly forgot all about him. Therefore, my journey from Geneva to Lausanne was a pleasant one. I happily slept all thorough the journey. The moment I reached Lausanne, fun had started. It was my sister’s wedding and for me it was all about fun. All through those days, it never struck me that I had spoken to my first love for the first time since my married life. As luck would have it, he called me again to know if I had changed my mind. How could I have said NO to the man for whom I had said NO to everyone in the entire world. After speaking with him, the entire day was spent in anticipation of meeting him the next day. I could not sleep the entire night. A partial reason to this was my discord with my father at the wedding event. Few relations always remain disordered; irrespective of being borne by blood. I did not let it alter my cheerful self, had enough experience of doing it. It was a short journey from Lausanne to Geneva; but still my exhaustion since last 2 days got me into a short nap. All the while I kept dreaming what I would talk to him. Obviously his call only woke me up at the exact time when my stop Geneva had arrived. It was my second visit in Geneva in a week’s time. I barely had anytime left to look my best; since, it was time to take the sweet revenge. Somehow since my teens it got stuck to me, that in order to make your ex feel like a loser, a happiest you is needed. Well that is what a sweet revenge is all about. I hurriedly brushed my teeth in the busy washroom at the station. A quick glance at my face made me notice a small pimple on my chin. I tried ignoring it, but the moment I saw my face again in the mirror, it seemed bright yellow in colour right at the centre of my chin. It seemed like the centre of my face, instead of one extreme end. I only thought of my concealer as a saviour. But to use it my face had to be clean. But I ran out of my face wash at the very moment. I closed my eyes in desperation for a solution; and there fell a sachet of a wipe pack by some young sales girls at the station. I heartily thanked them and their free samples distributing company. I carefully cleaned my face with it, concealed it well, and also perfumed myself. I was all ready to meet him. The first look at him felt like a striking blaze. Hard to admit but I was indeed conscious. That is something I have till date never experienced in my professional career as a celebrity manager.

I have handled press so many times but the walk from station to his car at the parking seemed like a ramp runway. I could then imagine what my girls go through when they face the lime light for the first time.

I saw him from a distance, as he was exactly where he described he would be. He had to be correct with his positions; he was working for a company that manufactured Global Positioning System tracking devices.

He hurried to get hold of my luggage; like a thorough gentle man.

I kept my hands from trembling. I had no idea what to talk; we kept it to usual formalities.

“Hello, how were you”.

“Hello, how are you, I am good” was his courteous reply.

It was difficult for both of us to take the conversation to any better. It was much better to sit in the car talking nothing. I told him that I had to reach Paris for a family wedding from my husband’s family. He asked about my cousin’s wedding in Lausanne. He said he liked my henna hands and red bangles.

I think with me sitting beside him in everything red, he must have imagined me to be his newly wed bride. It has always been a matter of pride for any Indian to be in a foreign land and flaunt his culture in a place totally alien to his own .Even if he was doing so, I had absolutely no issues. If he would have got few of his life long desires fulfilled that day, I was no one to feel bad about it.

He played some collections of love songs that he probably had carefully selected for this day. Or probably the apologetic and longing theme of the songs made me think so. Could have been a coincidence too, never know.

Nevertheless, those songs made both of us little comfortable for the moment to pass. We both did not know what to talk about; discussing music was the better conversation starter.

First hour of the 3 hour journey passed, with trivial talks. He was concentrating on the road; while my eyes were set on his clean shaven face. The lovely mark besides his left eye was unchanged. It was the same mark which had given me sleepless nights in the past. I preferred him doing the talking so that I could concentrate more on it. The cleft of his chin, fair and smooth collar bone, slightly visible through his shirt made me drop a spur of saliva. The thought of going for a visit to my in-laws made me gulp it back.

“Are you thirsty”, he asked to start a conversation.

“No, I am fine”

The next moment he offered me a chilled bottle of mineral water from his back seat.

He indeed came with all the planning. I was floored. Next on the platter was a cup of coffee at a plush joint at the freeway. But my heart was more for a road-side cuppa of black tea.

“Would you mind if we halt for a cup of coffee”, he asked me.

“No, not at all, but only if we could have a hot piping tea instead”, I answered

His seemed perplexed; I thought I offended him in some way. But he smiled and told me that he was also looking forward to have tea instead.

So, it was eventually 4 cups of tea that we had by then. Our destination was also just 20 minutes from there. I could guess that he was buying time with the cups of tea.

I asked him if we could leave, as I had to be at my mother-in-law’s house early.

He cleared the bill, folded the receipt and kept it in his pocket. He did not forget to tip the small boy who served us. The boy went away smiling leaving Matt happier than himself.

I knew the way to my mother-in-law’s house. I told Matt to drop me at the main road. He understood what was going on in my mind. He obediently did what I asked him to.

He took out my luggage from his car, wished me for my vacation and took my leave.

I also wished him luck for the presentation he was supposed to deliver for his new client. He told me about it some time back.

I turned back with my smiling face towards my in-law’s house. The expression on my face changed from a smile to a sob. Within minutes, the sobs turned to a hearty cry. I dropped my luggage and started crying in the middle of the road. I grabbed my phone in desperation and called Matt. He got anxious to hear me crying and asked me what had happened. I could not answer as my pain was huge, it did not let me utter a single word. The next moment I saw Matt, confusingly looking at me. He returned back, as he got worried hearing me cry. He had hardly travelled a few miles after dropping me. The very next moment I clinged to him. He immediately took his hands back as if I was made of a ball of fire. I stayed clinging to him for half a minute. Poor Matt must have been embarrassed in front of the on-lookers. I told him to get married soon, which is all I could wish him then.

I could not dare to look at him again; and I simply walked away from him towards my direction. I was taken aback to find my husband giving me a surprise at the door. I reacted by telling him that how come he arrived earlier since as per his schedule he was to join me later at Paris.

He did not answer me. His work must have finished early, I thought. I had enough experience of that as well. My husband always discovered ways to be with his wife, whom he loved the most.

He reacted by asking if the person who dropped me was Matt.

“You could have invited him home”

“How can you be so sure of that?” I asked him

He kissed me and said “No one else can make my wife cry.”

I could not believe my ears. I just got hold of my husband and kissed him back.

There I was kissing the person who I knew loved me the most.