My Husband of 22 Years Started Taking Out the Trash at 3 AM – So One Night, I Followed Him

 

I’ve been married to Dave for 22 years and I’m Lucy, 47.

I rolled over, my hand looking for the familiar warmth of Dave’s body, but I found only cold sheets. It was 3:12 a.m.

“Dave?” I muttered into the darkness.

No response came.

The kitchen stood empty, moonlight streaming through the window above the sink.

Dave came inside, closing it softly behind him.

“God, you scared me,” I said.

“Where were you?”

He froze for a moment, then shrugged. “Just taking the trash out.”

“At three in the morning?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t sleep… found I’d get it done.” He said.

I stared at him in the dim hallway light. In 22 years of marriage, Dave had never voluntarily taken out the trash disposed of garbage, let alone in the middle of the night.

“Since when do you dispose of garbage at all?”

He gave me a quick smile and disappeared down the hall.

The next morning, I checked under the kitchen sink. The trash can sat empty, the liner crisp and new.

However something felt wrong.

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