The back-up is in the back
My then-husband and I had a horrible marriage. We both hated eachother, but were either too stupid and/or lazy to leave. That is, until I found my first love once again. That was the kick in the pants I needed to get my hubby out of my life. So, the husband moved out. Apparently, he had a spare key to our house. One night after being out with the first love, I come home to find my husband sitting at my kitchen table. A lengthy conversation ensued between the hubby and I while the first love sat outside in his car as “back-up”. After an hour and a half, I walked outside only to have the first love climb up the side of my porch and plant a huge kiss on me – as my husband walked up to the door. I guess he found out how serious I was about leaving him! P.S. The husband and I divorced, the first love and I got married last year and have a wonderful, wonderful marriage!
Tamsin N, 31, United States
