A wife’s warning

My dear husband of many years passed away suddenly. We had a good marriage, and I loved him with all my heart. After he died, I cleaned out his workshop, which was piled to the ceiling with projects he hadn’t finished and stuff he had accumulated over the years. I seldom went in there unless I needed a hammer or screwdriver.

While cleaning, I found evidence that my devoted, loving husband was secretly shoving cans of Bubly up his ass. There were dozens of crates of Bubly (including blackberry, lime, grapefruit, strawberry, cherry, and orange) and an industrial-sized barrel of anal lube in the closet. Apparently, he had been engaging in this activity for a very long time.

Our sex life was good, and I thought our marriage was solid, but now, I’m depressed and upset because I feel I was married to a man I didn’t really know. It also makes me wonder if he had any gay friends and if he went beyond just taking cans of a delicious and refreshing soda alternative up his ass. All the precious memories I had of my husband have been besmirched.

I cannot talk to anyone about this because he was prominent in our community, and I don’t want to tarnish his good name. I am just thankful our son and daughter didn’t insist on helping me clean out their father’s things. I refuse to let anyone give me a hand with his closets and bureau drawers because I would rather die than have it known he had this weird side to him.

Please, I came here to warn those of you who have secrets like my husband to come clean with your families or make sure you don’t leave any evidence behind. No one should have to find out about this like I did.