Last summer, I made a decision that shocked me and changed me. I will not go into detail as to why I am making a confession of sorts by putting my story on paper for others to read, but I hope you understand me a bit more and understand how I’ve arrived to where I am now. I will tell my story from the view of how it happened last summer.I am in my late forties, married to my husband for over twenty years. We have a daughter a freshman in college and a son who finished his junior year. Our son met Todd (not his real name) their first year of college and became close friends. Todd’s family lives overseas for his dad’s work, so he does not have a home base to retreat to when school is out for holidays or summer. That first year, our son brought Todd home for these times off, including summer. Just like our son, he would get a summer job, has his own room, and comes & goes as he wants like most boys of that age. My husband and I call Todd our ‘’extra son’’, he fits in our family that well. Todd entered a serious relationship with a girl at college, but opted to come spend the summer with us again this year, she took a job that would not allow them to see each other much if at all over the summer.

The summer started out much like the previous two summers. Todd and our son coming home, making themselves comfortable in the house, starting summer jobs and enjoying the time off from school. My husband and I are also very active outdoors. We bike, hike, run, etc. We are healthy, fit and active. We love our c***dren and spending time with them, but we also have our own world involving our own interest without c***dren, and this has worked well once the two have moved on to college, leaving us with more together time.

This specific weekend was no different. On Saturday, I spent the day with girlfriends, my husband went on a long hike with his buddies. Our son and Todd both had to work, but that evening, our son had a date night, which is fine as Todd is a regular feature on his own at our house, especially this summer with a serious girlfriend, he is off the market.

Three people home, and all three had their own busy day. It was a good night for a quiet movie night. My husband set up a small TV room several years ago, with a flat screen, soft oversize chair with an ottoman, and matching love seat that allows two to sit back comfortably. It is a nice off to the side space to enjoy a movie or TV.

The movie was started with my husband in the oversize chair. He was worn out from the hike and after a dinner in his system, not much of a chance he was staying awake. I stretched out on the love seat, the lights off and the movie stared. It was a warm summer evening, and I was dressed light in the cloths I would be going to bed wearing; a cute light cotton set. Button up short sleeve top, with baggy loose fitting shorts with a tied waist band. Nothing sexy, just comfortable.