Triggered
The toilet seat was up. One of the many clues to fuel my suspicion that my wife, of fifteen years, may be cheating on me. I know for sure that I had left the toilet seat down this morning. I’d known better than to leave it up. The first few years of our marriage she constantly berated me for leaving it up. I was still doubtful that she was cheating, even though things hadn’t been so good with Nancy and I since her promotion. I thought the promotion would be great; an increase in salary and for...