I began looking in my husband’s pockets, not even sure what I was hoping to find. The frustration at being lied to had finally gotten to me, and I was desperate. All I wanted was the truth, so I could make a reasonable decision. There’s no way I was going to get honest answers, so I resorted to searching for answers. In pockets, dr…
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