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I came home from my Women�s Anti-Communist Meeting. It was canceled due to our leader�s father�s death. I was actually glad. I could sit in my living room with a hot meal and watch Thorn Birds before going to bed. Madonna�s �Borderline� even put me in a great mood. Nothing beats lying in bed with my husband of eight years. But, things would be different that night.

I made it to my living room. Everything was familiar at first. But then as I walked to my stuffy green couch, I found a long brown leather dress coat slumped across the arm. The coat wasn�t mine and it certainly wasn�t here were I left this evening. Suspicion seized me fast. Someone else besides my husband was here. I didn�t want to think whom though.

Finally, I was able to gather up the courage to investigate. I walked down the hall silently. Moans filled it quickly. I felt sick all over. I had to tell myself to keep going. I felt like a prisoner going to the electric chair. The truth was too much to bear. But I had to find out. It was all driving me mad.

I made it to our bedroom door. Once a sacred place for my and husband and I to be equals and share our deepest fears and secrets. Now, it had been desecrated. I drew in a deep breath. Well, here goes nothing. I slowly pushed open the door.

What I saw next destroyed my world. My husband was right in bed with one of my old friends! They were staring at me in shock. �Dear!� my husband called. �You�re home early!� I was too crushed to move. My husband of eight years had been cheating on me. I couldn�t believe it! I just couldn�t believe it. I began backing away and ran down the hall.

I heard footsteps coming after me when I made it to the living room. Someone grabbed my arm tightly. I turned wildly. My husband held me tight. His eyes were begging for forgiveness. I was too angry to give in this time.

�Baby, I�m sorry!� he pleaded in desperation. �Oh really!� I snapped. �I don�t want to ever see you again!� I had to fight him to get free. I opened the door wildly. �Get out!!!� I yelled. My husband pleaded with his eyes. I didn�t fall for it. I had to push him out of the house into the rain. I locked the door tightly.

But then, I stood still for a while. I opened the door and found him still standing outside soaking wet. He walked in as if in a daze. �No,� I said bravely. �No. You stay and I�ll leave!� My husband pleaded and kept trying to cling onto me. I fought him and left. That was the first night of my hectic whirlwind.