I really should stop watching fucking game shows.
Last night on Family Feud, they asked this question: “Name a place where you would go to secretly meet someone.”
After a week of getting along OK with my cheating husband, it was like someone switched on a massive affair reminder in my head.
WARNING, WARNING! YOUR HUSBAND CHEATED ON YOU! YOU MARRIED A CHEATER! WARNING!
I know I’m probably reading too much into a simple game show question. It’s been a long week with the kids coming up to the start of school holidays, attending a heart-breaking funeral for a local mother and baby killed in an explosion, and applying for a coveted job.
I’m feeling the stress.
I thought my brain was going to explode when one of the contestants answered “cafe”. That was where my fuckwit husband would meet his whore. Which makes me begin wondering how quickly that would have escalated to “hotel room”.
I thought I was past this shit.
In case you’re wondering, this was how 100 Australians answered the question “name a place where you would go to secretly meet someone”:
Fucking game shows.