After a quiet but tense night of dinner and television with Sheryl, we were in bed together. Earlier
After a quiet but tense night of dinner and television with Sheryl, we were in bed together. Earlier that evening she had brought up how she’d heard through Marjorie about Melissa’s “Mega Milk” past and had been sure to add some snide comment. “Making money with her chest…,” she’d said, “I guess nothing’s really changed.” We hadn’t otherwise talked about anything, or cleared the air, but she’d returned to sleeping in our room and was lightly snoring besides me as I read through some medical journals.On the nightstand beside me, my phone buzzed with a text.Melissa. My heart skipped. I looked over at my wife, to my left, to make sure she was still sleeping before opening it up…!!!!!!!!Oh my god!!! My heart nearly stopped, my eyes stared disbelieving, unblinking at that image. After the initial shock began to fade, equal amounts of shame and anger rose to replace it. Who did this?!?!? Frozen, unable to begin to fathom how I was going to start dealing with this, my mind raced through the possibilities. My hands were sweating. It was someone in the office. They were getting so bold. Someone who can…draw? Do I know anyone??Oh god how must Melissa feel?? Seeing this?? She must feel attacked, violated, shamed. And for myself - looking at that sniveling cretin in her lap…was that supposed to be me??? - it was humiliating. Is this how they all see me??? Before I could manage any reply, anything appropriate to say in this incredibly awkward moment, she sent another text-(She did dote on me a lot…bringing me water, bringing me lunch. Insisting on quiet in the hallways.)That’s all I could do, focus on her, her feelings. Stay as safe as I could, not mention the little man in her lap, the hips, the boo-I had saved the pic to my phone already.But there it was. We were a team, we had a common enemy.I could come up with nothing to say. My heart was still racing, my mind swam with unreasonable thoughts. Urk!Oh Christ, I thought, as my hand drifted down under the covers. She was still typing. My eyes watched in a fixed stare.Oh…————————————–Thanks to @joshua67blog for the sketch -- source link