77. REST STOP RENDEZVOUS
I couldn’t find my wife after she got off work one afternoon. I tried to call her cell phone with no answer. She didn’t show up to the house until 9:30 p.m.
She weaved a tale about getting stuck in traffic. I did some sleuthing and used a driving app that tracks your movements. I found out she had been leaving work early, going to the nearby rest area off of the expressway, and sleeping with a 20-something trucker she met at her previous job.
I decided to interrupt the festivities one afternoon. I showed up to the rest area, parked in front of his rig, and jumped right up to the door.
The cabin shade was drawn. I withdrew the shades and saw my loving ex-wife going to town on this guy with a pipe in her hand.
He had the gall to tell me to give them privacy.
Seeing my wife with some dude in a semi on the side of the road was horrific. I didn’t handle it very well. I called the authorities, they were both taken in for possession, and I promptly filed for divorce.
The icing on the cake is that a few months after I left, she cheated on her new trucker friend and is well on her way to her seventh “friend.” Godspeed, you wet, musty nightmare.