His Childhood Sweetheart Ruined My Marriage, So I Ruined Them Both

My husband's childhood friend, the one he always called "just like a sister," posted something on social media that only I could see.

"You can't break apart twenty years of friendship."

She'd even attached a photo.

Claude Simmons was lying across her pale, slender legs, their fingers intertwined.

That night, well past midnight, Patsy Dickerson called me.

She didn't say a word, but I could hear snoring through the phone.

"Claude fell asleep at my place after too many drinks."

"Don't wait up for him. You and the kid should just go to bed."