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Confessions of a Trophy Wife

My Triumph Over Adversity.

By Maria Dolan

I met Brad 20 years ago when I was 19. I was working as an aerobics instructor at Club Inferno and he was a type A trying to get into shape.

It went the way most love stories do: he loved the way I looked in Lycra and I loved the way he looked in his Jag.

It was a long time before we were able to be married because he had some loose ends to tie up, like his wife and three kids but finally I was wed to the man of my dreams.

We were married for eighteen years when I started to sense something was wrong.

Brad worked very hard. He had to work every night and was forced to go on business trips every weekend so I didn't think that he would have time for an affair, but there were tiny tell- tale signs that things were going on.

Tiny things like tampons in his glovebox and a brassiere stuffed behind the backseat, lipstick on his underpants.

I didn't want to doubt Brad but I had to confront him when I caught him naked in bed with his ex-wife's baby sitter Diane.

Two hours after he got back from driving her home, I told him of my suspicions.

He told me that Diane was was interested in purchasing a Sealy Posturpedic and that she'd never slept naked on cotton sheets before. The tampons were for his ears. the lipstick was for luck and the brassiere was there for me in case of emergency.

I felt terrible for doubting him and tried to make it up to him by making up funny limericks and making my birth mark smile. But I became suspicious again after he came in one night and said "I don't love you anymore I'm moving in with Diane."

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