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Now if Bama loses to LSU this weekend then the Committee gonna look stupid

y’all was just naked on halloween, now y’all politicians

bitches looked better for Halloween than they did for they birthday

I cheated on my husband during a girls’ trip. When I returned home, I thought I could bury what happened and move on with my life. I was wrong. It happened on the third night of our vacation. My friends and I had gone out for drinks, and I ended up getting too close to a man I had just met. One bad decision led to another, and I slept with him. The next morning, I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror. I had a husband who trusted me, two beautiful children, and a home I had always been grateful for. Yet, I had done something that could destroy everything. When I returned home, my husband hugged me at the door. Husband: How was the trip? Did you girls have fun? Me: Yes, it was nice. I missed you, though. He smiled and kissed my forehead. Husband: I missed you too. The children have been asking when you’re coming back. I almost broke down right there. For the next two months, I tried to act normal. I cooked, laughed with him, helped the children with their homework, and went to bed beside a man who had no idea what I had done. The guilt became unbearable. Every time he did something thoughtful for me, I felt worse. One evening, he came home with my favourite dessert because I had mentioned wanting it earlier that week. Husband: I know you’ve had a stressful week. I thought this might cheer you up. I took the box from him and started crying. Husband: What happened? Is everything okay?