She Cured Him, I Cured Myself
To help my surgeon husband with his erectile dysfunction, I made an appointment with an expert six months in advance.
But as the day approached, Isiah Coleman canceled it without explanation.
Just as I was about to call him to demand answers, I spotted a post from his female friend on her social media. My usually stoic husband was beaming as he wrapped his arms around her.
The caption read: [Only I can cure your illness.]
What struck me, though, was the telltale bulge in his pants in the photo—a reaction I'd never seen from him with me.
With a cold laugh, I liked the post and left a comment: [What a miracle worker!]
The post exploded, with everyone speculating whether I'd confront the mistress. But what awaited him after the holiday was our freshly printed divorce certificate.