Jeanne believed she had a happy, stable marriage, but John’s unexplained visits to his brother’s house made her uneasy. One Sunday, a phone call from her sister-in-law revealed a shocking secret that turned Jeanne’s world upside down, setting the stage for a confrontation she never anticipated.
So, I’ve been in a bit of a daze since Sunday and I need to vent.
My husband, John, and I have been together for eight years and married for five. We have a beautiful baby boy, Lucas, who just turned one.
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Life has always been busy, but we managed to keep things together. John is a construction manager, and I’m a fitness instructor. Our lives are intertwined with routines and mutual respect. Or so I thought.
John has always been a family man, and I admired that about him. He would go out of his way to help his brother Clarke with anything. Clarke and his wife, Laurel, have two kids, and their family is very close to ours.
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But, over the last six months, John’s daily visits to Clarke’s house became a routine. At first, I didn’t think much of it. He always had some reason: helping with repairs, catching up with his brother, or just sticking to some “family tradition” he insisted on.
John would leave right around dinnertime and wouldn’t be back until late. It became a bit of a sore point between us, but he always had a valid excuse.
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“Jeanne, Clarke needs help with the plumbing,” he’d say, or, “It’s just a quick visit, I promise.”
Sometimes, it was, “You know how Clarke and Laurel are; they always need an extra hand with the kids.”
I trusted him, so I let it slide. Until last Sunday, when everything changed.
I was in the kitchen, trying to get Lucas to eat his breakfast, when my phone rang. It was Laurel, my sister-in-law. I could tell she was upset just from the way she said hello.
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“Jeanne, can we talk?” Laurel’s voice was strained.
“Of course, Laurel. What’s going on?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light.
“It’s about John. He’s been coming over every day for the past six months,” she began.
“Yes, I know. He’s been helping Clarke out a lot,” I replied.
She let out a bitter laugh. “Helping? Jeanne, he’s been coming over just to eat our food. Do you have any idea how much it’s costing us?”
I was stunned. “What do you mean, eating your food? He told me he was helping Clarke with repairs and stuff.”
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“Sure, he does help here and there, but mostly, he just shows up for dinner. And it’s been adding up. We can’t afford to feed an extra mouth every day. You need to start paying us for groceries.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Laurel, are you serious? John never mentioned anything about eating dinner at your place every day.”
“Oh, I’m serious. I’ve been keeping track, and I have the exact amount you owe us for the past month. It’s $150.”
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“$150?” I echoed, my mind racing. “This can’t be right. I need to talk to John about this.”
“Please do. And let him know we can’t keep doing this. We’re struggling ourselves,” Laurel said, her tone softening slightly.
“Of course, I understand. I’m so sorry, Laurel. I had no idea. I’ll talk to him tonight.”
“Thank you, Jeanne. I didn’t want to cause any trouble, but this is too much for us,” she said before hanging up.
I was shocked. I mean, I cook too! I cook, but I’m very health-conscious, especially since Lucas was born.
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I’ve been focusing on keeping fit and ensuring we eat healthy, balanced meals. But John would often make comments like, “I miss the taste of real food,” or “Your cooking is great, but sometimes I just crave something hearty.”
After Laurel’s call, I felt a storm of emotions. It hurt to think John was sneaking off to enjoy someone else’s cooking instead of just telling me how he felt.
When John came home that evening, I was ready for a confrontation.
“John, we need to talk,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
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“Sure, what’s up?” he responded, looking a bit nervous.
“Laurel called me. She told me about your daily visits and how you’ve been eating her food every day. Why didn’t you tell me?”
John looked down, avoiding my gaze. “I didn’t want to upset you, Jeanne. Your cooking is great, but sometimes I just miss the taste of real food, you know? The hearty, comforting meals we used to have.”
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My frustration boiled over. “So, you sneak off to Clarke’s place every day instead of telling me how you feel? Do you know how embarrassing it is to find out from Laurel? And now she wants us to pay for her groceries!”
John’s face flushed with guilt. “I’m sorry, Jeanne. I didn’t mean for it to get this out of hand. I just… I miss the old days, the comfort food.”
“I’ve been trying to keep us healthy, especially after Lucas was born. I thought you understood that,” I said, my voice breaking a little.
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“I do, Jeanne. I appreciate everything you do for us. I just didn’t handle this the right way. Please forgive me,” he said, his eyes earnest and pleading.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “Alright. Here’s what we’re going to do. We’ll contribute to Laurel’s grocery bill, and I’ll try to make some of those classic dishes you miss. But you need to promise me you’ll be honest from now on.”
John nodded, relief washing over his face. “I promise. I’ll talk to Clarke and Laurel.”
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The next morning, I woke up with a heavy heart but a determination to make things right.
I decided to call Laurel. I dialed her number, feeling a knot in my stomach.
“Hey, Laurel, it’s Jeanne,” I said when she picked up.
“Hi, Jeanne. How are you holding up?” she asked, her voice softer than it had been the previous day.
“I’m alright, considering. I wanted to talk about the grocery situation. John and I agreed to contribute to your bills. How does that sound?”