The other woman. . .
My dear husband is a talented and patient contractor who is much loved by his (mostly female) clients. A few weeks ago, a dear friend was visiting from out of town and after a few days pulled me aside to confide that he thought something was going on with my husband as he was constantly walking outside and talking to women on the phone. It's true, he does. In the mornings, sitting at the breakfast table, we talk about our upcoming day and John usually says something like, "oh, I'm going to Marsha's and then by Mrs. Owens, and then to Broughton St." They even give him little gifts--a nice bottle of wine, a jar of honey, or cookies. They meet for coffee or lunch, they even text. It's all fine with me (he's a trustworthy and loyal man ) except for one thing--the cobbler's children have no shoes. Pretty much the only time he embarks upon home improvement projects at our home is just before the holidays, when he knows that we will have a house full of guests. That's why I'm confused, things just aren't adding up. Last weekend, I bought a new chandelier which he promptly rewired and hung, as well as moved two others, and the weekend before, painted our daughter's room. Now, that is suspicious behavior.