“Not With Her”

Sitting in the therapist’s office.  That’s when it hit her.

Her intuition had told her that he was straying.  He had not been himself.  Late one night, after a day of miscommunications, she had asked him, “Are you having an affair?”  He laughed and asked, “With who?”  She had muttered the name she suspected and he had said “Not with her.”  Pulling her into his arms, she had crumbled, crying with relief.  They had made love.

Now, sitting here after her family had been torn apart, she finally put it all together. She had been right, only “not with her.”

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