Jeff wasn't quick to respond. He probably never wanted to have this conversation anymore than I did. It's this shameful thing he did, involved me in and we just don't talk about it. Not when it was happening all around me for months. Not when he moved out. Never.
When he did finally speak, I immediately saw red.
"Your mother and I—" he began.
"Nope, try again. My mother wasn't in that laundry room or in your marital bed when you f****d Melissa in it. Don't you dare put sticking your d**k in someone else on her," I said, figuring now was the time to return to the bedroom to put my shirt on.
After putting my shirt on, I sat down on the bed and pulled my phone out of my pocket, knowing that I had probably bought precious seconds with that bombshell.
Using Jeff's mistakes against him also
