Every time I run across one of these threads I think of what happened long ago & far away. The nightmare scabs over but never really heals.
We were to fly home to Cleveland for Christmas to Carol’s parents home. Came home on December 23rd to a house that was totally dark. Strange as were to pack up. Tried to turn on the lights, nothing. Found my way to the kitchen where there was some light and found a note on the frig, said I love Doug more than you, Carol. That was it. The house was totally stripped, cleaned out the bank accounts, no dishes, pots, pans, took all the food, everything!
I had an inklings but you trust your wife completely.
If you think something is wrong it probably is. Act on it now, not later.
This happened back in ‘82. Never heard from her again.
Maxwell