The other day, I went to the chest for clean underwear. In the drawer I found a strange pair of shorts. Size 3x and had the name Clint printed inside. I knew they weren't mine because I wear a medium size. Needless to say, I was a bit suspicious. I confronted my wife and she never skipped a beat. She said, "oh, I let my friend Shaniqua do laundry over here the other day and she must have left them."
Well, that seemed plausible at the time so I let it go. The next day my wife told me we needed to talk. She said she had to tell me something but I had to promise to forgive her. I said ok and she tlod me this.
She said, "Honey I love you but I've made a mistake. I have been unfaithful and ,yes, Clint is one of my lovers."
"One," I yelled. "Just how many have you had?"
"Well," she said. "there have been a few, but before you get upset let me tell you that every time I cheated I tried to make up for it." "Every time I was unfaithful I put a dollar in a box downstairs. If you don't believe me you can go look. It's still all there except for the $24,000 that I bought your truck with."
Now I don't know if I can trust her or not. What shoud I do?