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Created on: August 10, 2010 Last Updated: September 01, 2011
Marleen was always trying to get me to go out with her and Tonya on Friday nights. Every time they called and asked, I declined with some sort of polite excuse. "I have to work in the morning."
"You know I can't get a sitter at the last minute."
I never stated the real reason I didn't want to go. I was secretly seeing someone in my own house, yes, in my own house, on Friday nights while my husband, James, went to his weekly poker games.
James had been playing poker with his buddies for about a year now. They used to take turns hosting the games at alternate houses until his friend Mark's mother passed away and left him a small cabin. That's when they started playing there. If anyone is too wasted to drive home, he just spends the night and leaves in the morning. James is a heavy social drinker and usually spends the night at the cabin. I caught on to this and figured I may as well have some fun too.
After I put my son J.J. to bed on Fridays, I "host" my own party with Lyle. We have a few drinks, share a few laughs and things go on from there. Let's just say that when Lyle leaves, we are both very happy and satisfied. I've known Lyle for years, but we just hooked up a few months ago. See, Lyle is Mark's brother and while Mark was off playing poker with my husband, we play games of our own. Or at least we did until last Friday.
Last Friday after drinks, laughs and what came next, Lyle and I were lying back relaxing and planning what to do next week when we both heard a loud noise coming from my bedroom closet. We both jumped up. I ran out to my son's room to make sure he was safe while Lyle ran to the closet to hold the door shut. I grabbed J.J.'s baseball bat and came back just in time to find Lyle scuffling with someone. As I swung the bat in an attempt to hit the intruder, I realized it was my husband James.
Now I spend every Friday Night alone.
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