CHEATING ON HIS WIFE

Oct. 1, 2011 – Carl Gustafson CA Regional Tri-Director (San Diego)

I got a call from a softball buddy who was cheating on his wife.

She got suspicious because he started keeping a travel bag in his pick up with socks sticking out, then he was showering during the noon hour.

He would take certain phone calls out on the back porch where she couldn’t hear. Sometimes he seemed too weary at the end of the day, considering he was retired.

Then there were the private credit card bills that he wouldn’t let her see. He made nervous excuses and said “I took care of it, no worries.” He would say he was going to Home Depot and come home two hours later with facuet washers, said he got to looking at table saws or patio furniture.

Her suspicion increased when he would bring her flowers for no reason.

Guilt perhaps? But the clincher was when she actually overheard him on one of his backporch calls say, “I don’t want my wife to find out…”

She hired a detective.

He was a sneaky little guy who would climb trees with his camera, sleep in his car wearing binoculors, and had a favorite disguise involving a dress, heels, and a Shitsu on a leash.

He followed my friend around for a week and delivered to the wife some condemning close up photos. It was true, the good man who she had loved and believed in all these years was having an affair—with softball.

She was so relieved that she smothered my buddy in love-making for a week, he called in sick for our tournament. He even looked sick, but we suspected him of lying.

We think he’s cheating on us with his wife.