Obsessed

Ok so I guess I need to come up with names for us...she will be Lynn and I will be Jo. And yes we had husbands. Husbands who, at the time, didnt care what we did or who we did it with as long as the kids were taken care of, the house was clean and they had clean underwear. Sounds like 1950 doesn't it? Sad to say but even though times have changed...they haven't changed that much. At least not in alot of households today. The only thing that's different is now women can add a full-time job away from home to the responsibilities of the house.

So these husbands who had never called us during the day, never asked where we were going or what we did that day, they began to notice a change. They noticed that we never missed an opportunity to be together, they heard a change in our voice when we talked to each other on the phone. They noticed our cell phones became glued to us at all times and our eyes lit up when the other one walked into the room.

Lynn's husband accused her of having an affair and was relieved to find out it was me and not a man...temporarily. My husband thought I was obsessed with her...which I was. And so began their transformation into the doting husband. I don't want to bash them, they weren't horrible men. They had become what we had allowed them to become and we held some of the responsibility.

But they were too late. She and I were too far gone to turn back...even though I'm not sure we knew it. This is where the story gets crazy, in a good way. If you had told me that one day I would meet a woman who would become my best friend and I would fall head over heels in love with her, I would have said you were crazy. But that's exactly what happened.