The going see, just: “Mike S, 45”.
It required a moment in time to understand that screenshot of a Tinder matchmaking profile my friend Emma* got delivered me confirmed my husband, Mike*.
Truth be told there he had been, waiting together with pride-and-joy Jaguar, wanting a night out together.
Stunned and shaking, we went of my personal office in to the toilets, as my cell pinged again. (more…)