
My Husband Said He Was Driving to His Childhood Friend’s Funeral – But Then I Found Him Behind Our Country House, Dousing Something in Gasoline
When my husband told me he was going to a childhood friend’s funeral, I didn’t question it for a second. Why would I? We’d been married for twenty-one years. I trusted him. I believed him. But later that same day, a trip to our quiet country house turned into something out of a nightmare.I found him standing behind the shed… holding a gasoline can. And I wish to God I hadn’t seen what he was trying to burn. Twenty-one years of marriage can disappear in a single breath. I never