Flowers. in So Far Away

He took the week off after Halloween, yay! (I thought we’d get more time together)
Tuesday, we were invited to lunch with Amos and Genevieve.
Either they’re very extroverted, or they really enjoy my husbands company.
I had to go to another event that overlapped his lunch, so I wasn’t able to go.
They asked him to bring a pie, so him and I went to the store together.
Before reaching the check out, he stopped and picked up a small bouquet of flowers.
“Oh! Look! They’re even her favorite colors, aren’t they pretty?” he lit up.
“What and who are those for?”
“For Vieve” he paused to look at me as if I should have already known that. He continued, “As a thank you, a nice gesture, I guess.” he responded.
A thank you? I asked what he was thanking her for.
“She was such a great host for the Halloween party, wasn’t she?” he smiled at me after saying so.
“Yeah, but I didn’t know that merits flowers…and Vieve? We’re calling her Vieve now?”
He scrunched his eyebrows together, and scanned them at the check-out anyway.
We drove home in silence, and once we got back home he didn’t stay long.
I went to my event, and returned home expecting him to be there.
Lunch for him started at 11:30am, and my event started at 12:00pm.
I got home at 2:30pm, and he was no where in sight.
I called his phone, and was almost certain he wasn’t going to answer. Much to my surprise, he picked up before it went to voicemail.
“Hey, sup?” he asked.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re listening to music, and we’re doing yoga!” he sounded like an excited kid reporting home to mom.
“Coming home soon?” I pushed.
“Oh, Amos is smoking a brisket, I kinda wanna stay for that. Do you want to come join us?” he invited.
“Yes!! Come on over girl!” I heard Genevieve shout in the background.
“No, I need a social break.” I responded.
“I’ll bring you some home then, shouldn’t be here too much longer.”
.....he didn’t get home until a little after 7pm.
I asked what took him so long, because at 2:30 he said he’d be home “soon”.
I also found out that Sarah showed up around 3pm, which means they had 3 hours together.
He also informed me that after yoga, they played some Wii games, helped cook dinner, PRAYED TOGETHER (my husband has never been religious), did some wine tasting of Amos homemade wine, took a small nap, played Uno, and ate dessert (his pie).
He said he didn’t want to drive until after dinner, because he had beer and wine, and he wanted to sober up.
“Was she wearing a slinky dress that her boobs are gonna pop out of again?” I grumbled.
His face contorted, “What? No, I don’t know.”
How can he not know?! I asked what she was wearing then, and he said, “I don’t remember. A shirt and pants I guess. I didn’t look.”
I rolled my eyes, because I didn’t believe him. I dropped it though, I didn’t want to fight because of Sarah, I didn’t feel like giving her that much power.
Yes, I’m being petty and suspicious about Sarah.
He doesn’t understand my disliking of Sarah, just like he didn’t understand my disliking of Veronica.
He says that Sarah has been nothing but nice to me, and he has no idea why I am being so hateful.
I didn’t want to say, “Because I have a feeling you’re cheating on me, and I’m trying to figure out who you’re cheating on me with.”
I’m too afraid to sound like a crazy jealous person, in case he really isn’t cheating on me.
I have no proof…but there are red flags, and my gut feeling.