I guess it could be the granddaughter. I didn’t want to call my cousin though, and ask her. Imagine how it would sound if I called and said, “Hi cousin! Remember when you visited with your granddaughter last fall? Was she by any chance wearing candy cane stick-on nails, and if so is it possible that one of them accidentally fell off? Because if so, you’ll never guess where I just found it… in our bedroom right next to the bed?!…. what’s that you say? She wasn’t wearing candy-cane stick on nails? Hmmm? Oh, well never mind! Now I wonder where that nail came from?”
Apparently most people find out that their partner is cheating because of something on the partner’s mobile phone. If you can’t fully rest your mind on the issue, maybe borrow his phone and reassure yourself.
It’s funny you should mention that. This past summer I put Darling Husband on my cell phone plan. I ordered a phone for him and picked a new phone number for him.
Well, a few months afterward we had a huge phone bill due to my texting and downloading stuff (long story) and I was reviewing several months of our phone bills in detail. When I looked at the fine print, I noticed that DH’s line included dozens of phone calls to one particular number. And in fact, several of the calls were at weird times like 9 p.m., I think one of them was at 11 p.m. And I couldn’t help wondering, who was my Darling Husband calling repeatedly and especially at 11 p.m.? I felt slightly ashamed for doing this, but I Googled the phone number. To my sheer horror, a bunch of links popped up for a “busty college co-ed” prostitute who was advertising her “discreet” services in our very neighborhood! (We live not far from a college campus)
My life flashed before my eyes. I wept. All of my worst fears were coming true. Darling Husband had been cheating on me all this time with a hooker and I hadn’t even known it!
Then through my tears I looked at the phone bill and realized… the phone number that Darling Husband had been calling repeatedly at weird hours was his own phone number! The phone number that I had picked out for him!
He was checking his voicemail!
After I put a paper bag over my head in shame, it dawned on me that when I picked out a new phone number for Darling Husband, apparently I picked one that used to belong to the busty, discreet co-ed hooker.
I never confessed to Darling Husband that I had Googled his own cell phone number. But since then, Darling Husband has complained that he has gotten a series of weird, random texts that say things like “What up?” and “Meet me at this or that place and time.” It must be the call girl’s former clients.
Anyway, that was my brush with discovering an affair through cell phone activity. It’s kind of funny now but it sure wasn’t funny when it happened! Haha!