Paul and Becky had been married for four years. Together a total of six years. He was never certain about her, but is anyone ever REALLY certain? So, he went for it. Big mistake. Year four with her, he knew he was in trouble.
She was lazy. Unhelpful. Selfish. Boring. He wanted to do things, travel, try new restaurants. She wanted to sit on the sofa and watch reality TV shows, order a pizza.
And when it came to sex, if it happened at all, she would just lay there. Typical.
Every Thursday, he rounded up the laundry and headed into the scorching hot basement, where he’d do his and her wash. She’d remind him, as the door was closing, not to dry her bras.
Well, there he was in the laundry room, Thursday. 9pm. And a woman walked in. A gorgeous, stunning brunette. She had to be a yoga instructor. She was bubbly and cute and he was instantly attracted to her.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” she mumbled as she tossed in two loads. She had a wedding ring on her finger, too.
“No help from the husband?”