Take it from someone that has been there – suspecting your wife of cheating is a horrible feeling.  I remember the horrible sickness I felt in the pit of my stomach when I started to suspect that my wife was cheating on me.  All of the signs were there:  she was becoming more distant, she was no longer interested in having sex with me, she was getting home late from work, and she could never give me a straight answer about where she had been.  Finally, I decided I was going to get to the bottom of the situation before I went insane.

I knew that I was never going to get her to admit to what she was doing, so I was going to have to sneak around if I wanted any answers.  The first thing I did was check her email.  It was easy to log into her account.  With the help of cookies, all I had to do was double click in the log-in box, which brought up her log-in name and automatically filled in her password.  She never was too bright when it came to technology – a fact that I used to my advantage on more than one occasion.

When I read through her emails, I found several from some guy named Stan.  The things that Stan had to say definitely went way beyond a friendly conversation.  I was infuriated, but I gave myself some time to think before I took action.  I didn’t want to do something that would make it impossible for me to catch her in the act.

After I had time to think about what I was going to do, I decided I would set up a romantic date for Stan and the Missus.  From reading through the emails, I found that they had had spent an awful lot of time at the Olive Garden.  Can you believe it?  They were actually daring enough to go out in public where anyone could see them!  How could I have been so stupid?

I emailed ‘ole Stanny-boy and pretended to be my wife.  I asked him to meet me at the Olive Garden on Friday at 8:00, but not to call me before then because I thought my husband was getting suspicious.  Then, I told the wife that her friend Rose had called and asked her to meet her for dinner at the Olive Garden on Friday at 8:00.  From reading through the emails, I found out that Rose had been her cover story many times before.

I pretended like I was sick and went to bed early on Friday as my wife got herself all prettied up.  Shortly after she left, I took a little trip to the Olive Garden with my video camera.  It didn’t take long for me to find her with him as they laughed, held hands, and kissed.  I videotaped it all.  Later, I tailed them to a nearby hotel and I videotaped them as they went into a hotel room.

When the wife came home the next day, I had all of the emails printed out and the videotaped downloaded to the computer.  I confronted her with it all and she started crying.  Fake tears if you ask me.  How could you lie and cheat on someone you supposedly love?  I couldn’t stand to look at her anymore, but all of my investigating sure came in handy when it came time to get a divorce.