The Face Off and my Doubts

So, he relocated the company to new premises. It was a stressful project apparently, but so was everything related to his work these days - he spent much of the time away, overseeing (or so I thought) the Mechanical & Engineering aspects, attending early meetings with the bank and building people and suchlike.

Due to the journey travel time to and from the office, I often suggested if he was going to be late or had an early start that he stay at a hotel close to the office – to try to save some time and avoid driving and being over tired. I hate now I considered his well-being and he used my good nature and concern to enable him to see the whore from work.

The company had an event to officially "open" the new premises in the summer of that year. Families of the directors and management were invited. I arrived about an hour later than most people, because I had been working, had to collect our children from the childminder and then drive the 70 miles to the company. I had a lovely welcome from my husband, and his wonderful colleagues on the board, as well as a lot of his staff. Except one of course..............

I spent all evening craning my neck for the tall leggy blonde woman I imagined my husband fancied and was having an affair with and for whom he admitted feeling sorry for because he said that hardly any one in the company seemed to like her.

I finally got introduced to her - or rather we stumbled across her in the warehouse where she had been hiding out (should that be whorehouse?) - she was two faced enough to be introduced to me and even shook my hand as we said hello. I thought it very odd that she was skulking around alone when everyone else in the company was in the reception area, drinking champagne and socialising.

On the way home I started to doubt the affair. I looked at the facts, probably very subjectively - there was no way my husband could be involved with her. He always was attracted to a "type" - blonde and viviacious, spirited and witty, outgoing and smart.

She was so not the person he had described to me back in 2003 when she joined the company, or there had been a marked degradation - she had no "presence", demonstrated very little personality and was certainly no oil painting. Dull hair, piggy eyes and no neck. A head just sat on top of very rounded shoulders. Her skirt suit straining at the hips, and scuffed low heeled shoes that did nothing for her rather stumpy legs.................. and not a hint of anything that would have improved her appearance.


So what on earth was wrong with my husband?