After 19 years of marriage, I thought I knew my husband’s habits better than anyone. But when Mark returned from his annual fishing trip, I noticed something on his hand that shouldn’t have been there. His explanation sounded harmless, yet one small detail made it impossible for me to believe him.
My husband came home from his annual fishing trip with a wedding ring mark on his finger.
The problem was, Mark hadn’t worn his wedding ring in 12 years.
He’d broken that finger at work, and even after it healed, the ring never fit comfortably again.
We’d kept it in our bedroom drawer ever since.
Every summer, Mark spent three days at a lake with his friends.
They stayed at a cheap motel, complained about the cell service, and came home smelling like fish.
But when Mark returned Sunday evening, he barely kissed me before carrying his duffel bag upstairs.
