This is going to be a multi-parter chronicling a series of escalating events that happened to me in September
I (38M) am a contractor. A little over a week ago, I started on a deck project for an older couple I’ve done a lot of work for in the past. The husband (we’ll call him Gary) is probably in his 70’s, overweight and in somewhat poor health. The few times I’ve seen him up on his feet walking, it stressed me the fuck out thinking he was going to have a heart attack. His wife (Let’s say Shannon) is probably in her 50’s and still looks pretty good. Comparable to one of the older ladies on those Real Housewives shows. Gary did pretty well for himself, owning his own business and their house is pretty huge, so I’ve always imagined it was sort of a trophy wife situation even though I don’t actually know how long they’ve been together.