Opportunity

I refused to confront him with my suspicions. I knew if I did, I would be laughed at, told I was crazy. So I waited and waited. My opportunity came when I least suspected it.

While checking on an email he asked me to send for him, I saw a message from her. Because she hit reply, his message was also there. I knew that they were planning to meet up the next day. I knew where, and I knew when. At last I had my chance to prove that something was going on.

That evening was almost painful, doing everything I would normally do. Feed the family, kids to bed, and getting ready for the next day. When morning came, I was sick. I felt my insides in knots that I thought would never come undone.

I couldn't eat a thing for fear of not keeping it down. So I stuck to black coffee, and lots of it. I turned to my friend at work for moral support. I asked two of my best friends to pray for me. I prayed like crazy that none of this was real. But, I was as ready as I could possibly be. I was going to do it, I was going to catch them, and then it would all be over.

The minutes on the clock went slowly as I waited for my time to leave. My heart raced, and my feet and fingers tapped. I was on edge and amped up for the confrontation. I already had my innocent reason for being there all lined up. It was our home, which made it easy. The time to leave arrived, and I headed for home. The home that would not be a home in a short time.

I took the street the back way so that I could have a good view of the house and any vehicles that might be there. I crept up toward it, only to find no extra vehicles. She wasn't there yet. I turned around and parked on a side street where I would be able to see her pass.

If I thought waiting at work was excruciating, this was torture. I waited and waited. No vehicles passed that I didn't recognize as a neighbor's. I was beginning to garner strange and suspicious looks from a woman out doing her gardening. I wanted to explain, but what could I say? "Hi, I'm actually your neighbor a block over, and I'm not caseing the houses in the neighborhood. Don't worry, I'm just trying to catch my husband and his lover in the act." No, I had waited long enough. Maybe they canceled at the last minute. Maybe this was all a waste of time. Dejected, I started the car and prayed that his ex's vehicle would pass me as I slowly drove off.