Now, before I share this, I want to be clear… I don’t think Roy would cheat on me. Ever! I trust him, and I know he values our marriage and respects me too much to do something like this.
This morning I was listening to my playlist and Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood came on.
I dug my keys into the side of his pretty little, souped up 4 wheel drive
Carved my name into its leather seats
Took a Louisville Slugger to both headlights
Slashed a hole in all four tires
Girl is vicious! So, I was joking, and I sang and danced over to Roy’s office and stuck my head in.
“OK, babe. Now that you have a car you like to baby and love… I’ll tell you right now, you ever cheat on me… that’s what I’m gonna do to your car.” I blew him a kiss and danced away again, giggling to myself.
Why, you ask? Because right before I grooved on out of there, I saw some real fear in Roy’s eyes… for just a second… some real fear.
