My ex called and told me that she’ll be in town for business for two days and would like to stay at my place. I told my wife, and she asked if I was asking for permission or just telling her what my ex said. I said I was asking for permission and also informing her. She said it was no problem and that she understood.
Thinking everything was fine, I dressed up and took the car to go pick up my ex at the airport. As I was about to leave, I noticed my wife was applying her makeup and dressing up…Read full story…>>
“Are you going out?” I asked.
“No, love,” she replied casually while applying lipstick.
“But why are you getting dressed up because of my ex?” I asked.
Just then, her phone rang. She raised her hand to signal me to be quiet as she answered the call.
“Yeah, you can come now. Don’t worry about him; he’s fine with it. Yes, it’s no problem. Trust me, just for me. He’s already on his way. I’ll see you soon,” she said into the phone.…Click Here To Continue Reading>>
“Who was that?” I asked.
“Oh, it’s Ola, my ex,” she replied as she was fixing her wig.
“What about him?” I asked, concerned.
“I invited him over. He’s coming now,” she said.
“Over my dead body,” I replied.
After a moment of silence, I reconsidered. “Alright, if you’re inviting your ex, I’ll cancel the arrangement with mine.”
My wife then called her ex and canceled too. We slept peacefully that night, realizing that understanding and respect go both ways.
