I was so angry last week that all I wanted to do was go home and cry.
My husband is an HVAC technician, and he told me he had to put in some overtime. There was an emergency furnace repair at the church, and he was spearheading the repair team. This happened often, and I thought nothing about it. I had to go into town while he was gone, to pick up a few things for the Christmas party we were having. When I walked into the store, I swore I saw my husband walking with another woman. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t want him to see me. I left my groceries in the basket and headed to the car. I was just about home when I decided to go by the church. I had to see for myself if he was truly working, or if he was in that store. When I got to the church, I went in under the ruse that I had brought coffee and donuts for the crew. I was really upset when there wasn’t a single HVAC technician around, and my husband’s service van was nowhere to be found. I asked the minister what happened to the HVAC crew. He told me there were no HVAC technicians in the building. There was nothing wrong with the heating system. When I got home, my husband was sitting in the living room, and he was smirking. He asked if I had gotten everything I wanted? He saw me in the grocery store. He told me that next time I checked in on him; I should go to the right church. They were working at the Holy Rosary church and not the Church of all that’s Holy.