by Ruth Houston © 2004

Beverley was ecstatic when she discovered a box containing a handcrafted, one-of-a-kind gold bracelet she’d been admiring at her favorite jewelry store. Thinking it was a surprise gift from her husband, Beverley said nothing about what she’d found. But box soon disappeared. Several weeks later, at her health club, Beverley saw a woman wearing a bracelet exactly like one she’d seen in box. After making some discreet inquiries, and finding several telltale signs to corroborate her suspicions, Beverley learned that her husband and this woman were having an affair.

A cheating husband can often be exposed by gifts he gives or receives. The wife who knows what to look for and where to look can usually find tangible evidence of her husband’s infidelity.

Laura found a gift box containing a sexy negligee in trunk of her husband's car. He then tried to convince Laura salesclerk had mistakenly put wrong size in box. Since Laura had already found other telltale signs of a possible affair, his excuses fell on deaf ears.

The exchange of gifts between lovers can be your cheating husband’s undoing. It can confirm your suspicions and provide you with proof that your husband is having an affair.

While going through her husband’s pockets before dropping off his clothes at cleaners, Susan discovered a jewelry store receipt for 2 identical pairs of earrings. Her husband had given her a pair of gold earrings for her birthday last week. But who had he given other pair?

Older Woman Younger Man

By Kay Kopit

My husband and I have been happily married for 17 years. What makes our relationship unique is that Bryan was born in 1960 year after I graduated high school. He is 19 years my junior; I am older than his mother. The secret of our success is a deeply committed love for one another. Ours is a passionate romance. Each of us is whole, happy and healthy. Bryan and I have a love that keeps my spirit young. I am sharing our story to give older women hope that they too can find peace and love with a younger man.

We met in 1985 during a rainy winter in San Francisco. We were neighbors on a tiny street near historic Mission Dolores. The worst storm of season was on its way and my roof was leaking profusely. I was in dire straits financially, having been newly divorced. I was preparing to fix it myself. Unfortunately my ladder wasn’t tall enough. I needed help. None of folks I knew were home that Saturday morning but I noticed an open door directly across from my house. I hurried upstairs to second story flat in azure painted duplex and walked down long corridor to living room. There on sofa was a guy watching football game on T.V. I introduced myself and then proceeded to ask for his assistance. He looked at me like I was crazy. The silence was deafening. How often does a stranger enter your apartment with a request for help with a major repair? I was flushed with embarrassment but was in too deep to recover. Fortunately he agreed to help me.

This uncommon beginning signaled magic that lay before us. The sparks flew. We went on our first date within days of this meeting. Bryan’s car was broken so we took bus across city to an authentic Moroccan restaurant where we sat on paisley cushions and ate with our fingers. I remember clearly how primitive this felt and how natural it was to be with him. He didn’t seem least bit concerned about my age. I, on other hand, was more sensitive. I was healing from a codependent relationship of 12 years and had never experienced true intimacy. I wasn’t sure it was proper thing to do but I couldn’t help myself; I was falling in love. I was scared because these feelings were coming so quickly.

Bryan moved in with me within weeks of our first meeting. I remember thinking if it didn’t work out it would be easy to ask him to leave because all he owned was a T.V. For Valentine’s Day he created a hanging wire mobile in shape of intertwined hearts and presented it to me with flowers and chocolate.

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This type of thoughtful gesture is typical of Bryan. He has never missed a special occasion and has often surprised me with jewelry when he returns from a business trip. One evening in spring we were waiting to board a dinner train in Mendocino. A drunken man approached us and said, “How come you two are dressed up? Are you getting married?” Bryan looked at me and said, “Yes, we are aren’t we?” That was his proposal. It was decided we would plan a wedding for later that year. But, first I needed to meet Bryan’s mother.