So DH and I started as a holiday romance, well, he was a glam widower on holiday and I was working. Hot sunny Euro locale, instant attraction. My friends warned me with words like 'He's a Tory voter' 'He has a country place FFS' 'What about the age gap,' but honestly, girls can be jealous.
Anyway we got married and returned from honeymoon to his swanky house 'Mumblesey' by the sea in the south west. Servants and the whole shebang. I was a little intimidated but determined to make a go of things.
Only to find out he is obsessed with his ex, 'Becks'. Everything is the way she left it, her writing paper, her raincoats with her handkerchiefs in the pocket, her bloody bedroom set up for her and some crazy twat of a housekeeper who brought Becks up and also seems obsessed. DH goes all cold and grim and sinister when Becks is mentioned.
And then I found out. I was led to believe Becks was DEAD and from DH's reactions I was beginning to think he'd murdered her! Then one evening walking by the shore I went into this old boathouse... and there she was. Smoky eyes, lithe figure, one hand in her pocket and the other one holding a cigarette.
I was instantly attracted. She began to rant about how DH was so conventional and strait-laced and homophobic and a priggish boring wanker who only cared about his posh house and reputation, and she'd had to leave and move into the boathouse. She was obviously bisexual and, well, she stirred me to my depths. I haven't acted on this yet but the more time I spend in the boathouse the more I am attracted to her and not to DH.
Thoughts?
YABU: You can't shag your husband's ex, however smoky her eyes are. Shame on you.
YANBU: Shag away, my darling, let yourself be thrilled to your very depths, and BTW, LTB.