I one time had a situation happen like this in my early 20’s. I met this girl who was married and her husband was in Iraq. She had a roommate who was a mutual friend of ours. I would come by to see my friend, and noticed she had taken an interest. I knew she was married, although she never told anyone, nor wore a ring (she later said their marriage was simply for money because he was in the military, and they’re weren’t really together like that). After a few times coming by, one thing led to another, and you can image how the rest of that story goes.
My friend moved out, but I would still come by sometimes; it was about March, and she had her husband wasn’t due back until July’ish. So I go over one night to hang out watch a movie etc. we end up going to sleep. She lived in a 2 story apartment, which had a garage attached. At about 8 AM I hear a man yelling down stairs “Sarah!!! Sarah!!!” (obviously not her real name). She wakes me up and says “OMG Josh is here!!!”.
He had a key to the house but wasn’t able to get in due to the door had a chain lock like this he also didn’t have a garage door opener so he couldn’t get in that way.
The only way out of the house was through the front door where he was standing, and the garage, but he had parked a u-haul truck blocking the cars in the garage door, and like an idiot that one night I decided to park in her garage.
Her old friend had left a bed in the other room so we get dressed, and I run to the other room. She goes down stairs to let him in, and lets him know there is a guy here who is just “crashing” for the night. I hear him yell “WHO THE F—- IS THAT!”. Note this guy was huge compared to me, and I was scarred beyond all belief. I hear them downstairs arguing, she starts crying, he’s yelling, its all around bad news bears. Apparently her idea of their marriage wasn’t the same as his.
Needless to say after about 10 minutes of hearing this yelling, short of calling the police, I decide I need to get out as soon as possible. I head half way down the stairs and they are standing there yelling. I say “I have to go, I need to goto work”, he looks at me and yells “You’re not going anywhere!!”. I tell him I’m going to call the police if he doesn’t move that van. He fortunately agrees, moves the van, and I jump in my car and speed off faster than bat out of hell.
In the end, I was that “guy”, and one thing I learned (I’m probably going to hell for this), if your gonna be involved in someones affair, never let it happen at their house…ever..ever ever. If at all possible just avoid it, even though I know temptation can make it extremely difficult.
Hope you enjoyed the story.
Note: they ended up getting a divorce shortly after, he crashed her car, she moved out..and sadly I still saw her a few times afterwards (just never at her place)