As I mentioned, I was so unaware of what Richard was doing, ignorant to the point of absurdity. That might sound harsh. You might think I should lighten up on myself a bit. Trust me, I was a fool. It took a friend to sound the alarm. One night we were hanging with our friends at a neighbors' home. Richard dissappeared for a while. I didn't notice, but Lori did. She asked me where he went, so I said probably out for a cigarette. I went out to check on him and found him down the street, in the dark. As I approached, he shut his phone. I asked who he was talking to and he said our son. I knew he was lying. I KNEW it in my heart and soul. I called him on it, but did I ask to see his phone to check....hell, no. See?? Ignorant. Luckily, I did tell Lori about the call and the lie.
By the next day, I forgot about it. It was over two weeks later when Lori, my obviously smart friend, asked me if I ever found out who was on the phone. At that point, I started to open my eyes. Within 24 hours I knew he was having an affair. It was so easy to find out. Once I realized I couldn't get my hands on his phone, it was attached to him like an extra apendage, I just checked our cell phone records online. It was early on a Tuesday morning. My day off. Glad I hadn't eaten yet. No way I'd have kept that breakfast down.
There it all was. Hours and hours of calls, more texts in the past month than he used to make in a year and all to the same obscure number. Incredulous doesn't even begin to describe how I felt. I couldn't breathe. It might sound hokey, but the room was spinning. Sitting at my desk, scanning the pages that proved my life would never be the same, I came to a very quick decision. I picked up the phone.