It was her mistake
Arlene had been in our wedding party and her and her husband become our best friends over the next 3 years. The four of us were having a dinner at our house when my wife who had a bit to much to drink began crying on Arlene's shoulder. See right from the day we married we started trying to have k**s and just the day before we found out that the chances of us having c***dren was zero. My wife was depressed of coarse and when the booze hit her head the tears started flowing. She had her head on...