"He’s Way Bigger Than You, Darling!"
My wife looked at me and said something that to this day has never left my mind. “Sweetheart, are you absolutely sure you want to meet him? You must know he’s way bigger than you.” She was giving me an option to bow out and return home. It wasn’t too late for me to be a coward. But foolish of me, I decided instead to uphold my pride and see things to the very end. I would later come to regret this decision, but at the time, it felt necessary to get to the bottom of things. “Don’t you dare start with making this about me, Megan,” I retorted. “It’s your fault we’re here; this is all on you. If you couldn’t keep your panties stuck between your legs, then we wouldn’t be here in the first goddamn place. I want to meet this bloke you’re screwing behind my back, and I ain’t leaving here until that’s done. So let’s get this shit over with, and stop trying to talk me down, ‘cos it ain’t going to work.” I thought my words would sting her, but Megan initially recoiled, then gave me a snide ...