A Friend’s Betrayal 

A friend of mine tried to sabotage my marriage. Can you believe that?

I recall some flirting by a waiter about fifteen years ago and a college boyfriend declared his undying love for her shortly after our engagement, but I don’t think such an overt attempt to break us up has ever happened – at least not to my knowledge.

I typically don’t use my blog to hurl darts or call people out, but I feel like I need to shoot this so-called “friend” down so that he doesn’t attempt subterfuge that may cause harm to another happy couple.

In order to root out the culprit, let me establish a timeline of events on the night of December 30th, 2016:

6 pm – My lovely wife and I split up (temporarily – for the evening only!!) – she went to meet her college friends and I went to this “friend’s” fireworks display.

 9 pm –  After the fireworks, said “friend” invites me into his home where he subtly offers a bowl of some type of toxic bean soup.

Exhibit A

police artist rendering


10 pm – I say my thanks and goodbyes, not knowing the treachery that lies ahead.

10:45 pm – Something gently stirs within me on the ride home and it is definitely NOT the warm glow of friendship.

11:30 pm – My unsuspecting wife and I – still on good terms at this point – say goodnight and I retire, leaving her in the den with a daughter.

3:30 am – I am roused by an earthquake. I didn’t know we could have such a force majeure in Georgia. I hold onto the bed and wait for another tremor, wondering if I should wake the family to seek shelter.

3:34 am – A conspicuous fog wafting through our room instantly changes my Act of God theory to an Act of Me. Although it is a cold night, I reach for the remote to our ceiling fan in a desperate attempt to disperse the mist in our midst.

3:45 am – Amazed that my lovely wife’s slumber has not been disturbed, I slowly drift back to sleep.

4:22 am – I am shocked awake again by a violent rumbling that demands attention. I will spare the details except to say that no one was hurt when the porcelain exploded and by some miracle, my wife slept through the thunderous aftershocks.

4:59 am – Someone threw a concussion grenade into our bedroom. The facts and explanation remain unknown.

5:27 am – The dogs begin whining and begging to go outside. I assume their motivation is twofold:

  • a) to escape the odor
  • b) to escape the blame they typically incur for such smells.

6:05 am – Now awake for good, I find the room not safe for human habitation. It seems the cats are wearing radiation indicator dots and have constructed a very sophisticated air curtain system in our doorway. I take refuge with them in the den and hope that my lovely wife and our marriage lived through the night.

9:13 am –  She groggily stumbles out of our room. The cats greet her enthusiastically when they realize she has miraculously survived.

10:45 am – The cats and I don hazmat suits and carefully sweep the bedroom with dosimeters I didn’t know we owned. Everything seems clear.


So, Snidely Whiplash, you have failed in your underhanded attempt to break up our marriage. Your bean-filled poison, although potent, seems to also possess a strong anesthetic effect on its victims. And plus, after nearly twenty-five years, she is a hardened veteran of this type of assault.







24 thoughts on “A Friend’s Betrayal 

  1. OMgoodness, and you had me fooled until I saw the police sketch! You poor thing. Next time just say you are already full…bless it.

  2. By the title, I knew you had something wicked and wonderful waiting here.

    What’s a woman to think if her loving husband knowingly partakes in an entire can of baked beans? Is that the equivalent of being served the papers?

    If so, I get served about once/week 😉

  3. Ha ha- knew right away what was up with this one:-) Just keep the covers down, crack a window and you are good, and make sure you aim away from the wife!

  4. You had me laughing at 10 PM! I knew exactly what was right around the corner!! Hope you’re feeling better!!!

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