This is the story of how one unexpected encounter with a complete stranger reminded me that I am not just a wife, a cook, or a calendar-keeper. This is a real story about fun, trust, and the strangest detour of my life. Let me rewind. My husband, Mark, is a good man. He works hard, he loves the kids, and he never forgets our anniversary. But somewhere between year five and year six, we stopped seeing each other. We became efficient roommates who happened to share a bed.
He looked at me—really looked at me—and said, "Kylee, when was the last time you did something just because it felt good?" Kylee Strutt - fun with a stranger - Real wife stories
By Kylee Strutt (as told to our editors) This is the story of how one unexpected
That’s when I decided to do something I had never done before. I dressed up—not for my husband, not for anyone else, but for me . A little black dress, heels I hadn't worn since our honeymoon, and red lipstick. I grabbed my keys and drove downtown to a jazz bar I had always passed but never entered. The bar was dark, smelling of cedar and old whiskey. I took a seat at the corner of the bar, nursing a glass of Merlot, intending just to listen to the saxophone player and feel like an adult for an hour. My husband, Mark, is a good man
He didn’t hit on me. That’s the first thing that broke the ice. He just looked over after a long silence and said, "You look like a woman who is somewhere else right now."
Conversations were logistical. "Did you pay the electric bill?" "Who is picking up Liam from soccer?" We hadn't laughed until we cried in years. And we certainly hadn't done anything reckless.