I can't say that I slept like a baby on Saturday night, but for the first time since I had found out that my "loving wife" had been cheating on me for our entire marriage, I felt some satisfaction.
I was a bit worried about how my sons would feel when they found out about their mother, but I loved them both despite their questionable parentage. I vowed to myself that I would continue to love them and would never say anything about who fathered them. They were all that I had left of my family now. Originally I had thought about contacting their possible biological fathers and suing them for back child support. But I didn't want them to have that pain. They were going to go through enough with their Mother's situation so I decided to continue to be the best Dad I could. I even spent much of the evening remembering all the camping trips, ball games and other father and sons things we had done together. They were good kids and they shouldn't have to suffer for the sins of their Mother. Although I knew they would suffer when they found out what a slut, whore Sally was. I just hoped that it would help them find a woman who was worthy for them to marry, and not make the same mistake that I had made in selecting a mate.
I also must admit that while I felt like no punishment was too extreme for Sally I did have a few pangs of guilt. We had had a lot of good times together....
"No," I thought to myself, "Don't wimp out. She is the one who has made a mockery of my life and love. She deserves whatever happens to her. She deserves the same 24 years of pain that I was now experiencing. Twenty four years worth of pain," I repeated over and over to myself.
The way I figure it, that is the rest of her natural life.
On Sunday morning I woke and puttered around the house. Cleaning it and making sure that the letters and photos I had found were locked away safely. I wasn't sure what would happen, but I assumed that I would be getting a visit from the police after the raid on the crack house.
Mid afternoon while I watched a football game a pounding at the door was accompanied by, "Open up, this is the police."
I opened the door and a piece of paper was slapped into my hand by a burly cop.
"This is a warrant to search the premises for illegal drugs."
"I... this must be some mistake. I called to report my wife missing."
Four cops, one with a dog brushed past me into my house. "Ah, your wife has been found."
In an concerned husband act that was deserving of an 'Oscar' I said, "Oh thank God. Is she OK? Where is she?"
"Just sit down and be quiet. We are going to search the house and if everything checks out then we will explain," the burly cop said, pointing to a chair that the dog had just finished sniffing.
"I.. what.. I don't understand."
"Just sit and shut up!"
I meekly followed the instructions, wanting to be seen by the cops as Mr. Cooperation.
It didn't take long. Fifteen minutes later the cops and dog left the house, looking at me with sad eyes. This left the one burly cop to tell me the bad news.
"I don't know how to tell you this. A woman who gave this address was arrested this morning in a drug raid."
"Is it my wife?"
