So I found a girls tank top in my husbands laundry. He spends 3-4 nights at a hotel two hours away for his job every week. It’s been tough, then these little things. He had an Uber confirmation for the 21st....we don’t use Uber and then I find that tank in the laundry. He went into a whole animation of going “eeew” then throwing it in the trash by holding it with two fingers and this whole “where could it have came from” and tried to think of all the possible scenarios, I’m just like whatever. He’s has some past online history that makes me believe he couldn’t fully change. What do y’all think of finding clothes? I don’t think there is any way he could of “accidentally picked it up old off the ground” or “I must of grabbed it with my clothes in the hotel laundry and dryer”, which was his final conclusion of how he acquired it. After all that online stuff I am just so tired of playing detective, you know? it’s like if you don’t wanna be with me then just man up and get on with your life and let me get on with mine so I’m just always waiting it out until something blows up in my face. Why do we love the people that we love?

Update if care: he was totally cheating on me. Sickening.