CLUES FROM THE CLULESS

Its amazing how much evidence Dick left in his wake. I suppose if it hadn’t been for the fact that I was actually looking for clues, I might not have noticed all the little tell tale signs. But even before I knew he was cheating there were things that I noticed that were different. Most if them were just simple little things, subtle differences that made me pause for just a moment. Things like his underwear. Yes, that’s correct, his underwear made me suspect something was up. Dick had been “a tighty-whitey” guy since he was out of training pants. Now, suddenly he was wearing boxer-briefs, in black and charcoal gray, and he only wore them when he went out…never to work during the day. He seemed to be clothes shopping a lot too. Dick does not shop. But now he seemed to come home with a new shirt quite often. He would even use “going to the mall” as a reason for going out. Once I said I would go with him because I didn’t feel like sitting at home all night. Guess what…he didn’t go. He farted around for a while and then landed on the couch, deciding that he was too tired. Something else that was not the norm for Dick…he was now carrying two cell phones. Dick didn’t really like carrying one. It was a necessary evil, so he did. Now he also had a cell phone from work with him 24-7. I often saw him talking on it outside, but never in my presence. That phone was always kept out of sight. I could see it in his pocket, but he never left it out anywhere, until one night. He had come home, not six, but more like twelve sheets to the wind and passed out on the bed. I went downstairs to get my nightgowns out of the dryer and there on the workbench sat the other cell phone. He apparently didn’t realize he had left it there when he went up to bed. The call log showed 2 calls that afternoon to the same cell phone number I found on our bill that the Intellus report listed “owner Charlot” . He also had it programmed in his contacts as Charlie. There were lots of calls to and from Charlie, many of them late in the evening into the A.M. hours, so I knew this Charlie had nothing to do with work. As far as I knew, he didn’t know anyone named Charlie. The more I think of it now he was practically leaving me a trail of bread crumbs. That trail had many more twists and turns, but it eventually led me to the truth.