When my son innocently revealed that my husband was secretly driving a shinier car with a woman I knew nothing about, I thought his secret would break us apart. But then I did my investigation and discovered a truth I never anticipated.
I’ll admit it: our car was a disaster zone. Sharing it with my husband, Ben, who works in construction, meant it constantly smelled of sawdust and sweat.
The floors were a graveyard of mud from his boots, crumpled fast-food wrappers, dust-covered tools, and the occasional rogue nail or screw! But when I tried to clean it, our son, Liam, told me something that changed our lives forever.
A dirty car | Source: Midjourney
While my husband trashed the front of our old car, the backseat was Liam’s domain. It was a scattered mess of broken crayons, half-eaten snacks, and sticky juice boxes!
Between driving our five-year-old to preschool, running errands, and visiting my mother — who had been struggling with her health — keeping the car clean felt impossible. It was a battle I was constantly losing, but giving up wasn’t an option because I also used it.
A woman looking at a dirty car | Source: Midjourney
But this Saturday morning was different. Ben’s coworker, Mike, offered to pick him up for an early shift, giving me a rare slice of free time and access to the car. I glanced at the wreck that was our car and decided it was time to wage war against the mess.
“Liam, want to help me clean the car?” I asked, half-hoping he’d say no.
His eyes lit up. “Can I use the sponge?”
“You bet.”
An excited child | Source: Midjourney
Liam looked so cute as he marched outside, clutching a tiny sponge like a sword. For the first 30 minutes, we made a good team. He scrubbed the rims with the focus of a tiny soldier, and I tackled the front seats, pulling out old receipts and sticky candy wrappers.
But it wasn’t long before my son plopped down on the curb, puffing out his cheeks.
“Mom, why don’t we just take the secret car Daddy drives?”
I froze. My hands, gripping a dust rag and a sponge, went still.
“Secret car?” I repeated slowly, keeping my voice light.
A confused woman | Source: Midjourney
We were only halfway through cleaning, and I really didn’t need this distraction, but I just had to know what Liam was talking about.
He nodded, casually picking at a dried leaf.
“Yeah, the shiny black one. The lady always lets Daddy drive.”
My pulse quickened.
“What lady, sweetheart?”
My son shrugged, completely unbothered.
“The pretty one with curly hair. They were laughing, and then she gave Daddy the keys. I saw them when Jenna was watching me. You were at Grandma’s house.”
The sponge slipped from my hand.
A woman washing a car | Source: Midjourney
I forced a chuckle and pretended to brush it off, though my stomach twisted into knots and my hands were shaking.
“Oh, that’s funny. I’ll ask Daddy about it later.”
But my mind was racing. Ben never mentioned anything about a fancy car or another woman. Why would Liam say that? And why had this happened when I wasn’t home?
Later that afternoon, when my son was down for his nap, I sat in the kitchen after showering, staring at the counter but seeing nothing. The more I thought about it, the more the pieces didn’t fit. Ben had been distant lately, brushing off conversations and spending more time away from home. But a secret car? A woman?
A woman deep in thought | Source: Midjourney
I quickly made up my mind, deciding not to ask my husband anything yet. I needed to find answers on my own. So, I pulled out my phone and texted my friend Sarah.
Me: “Hey. Can I borrow your car tonight? It’s complicated. I’ll explain later.”
Her response was instant.
Sarah: “Uh, YES. Spill!”
I sighed. This wasn’t how I imagined spending my Saturday night.
A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
That evening, I enacted my plan by casually telling Ben I was dropping off groceries at my mom’s, but Sarah was picking me up because we wanted to go out for drinks afterward. I told my husband not to wait up, but he barely looked up from the game he was watching.
“Drive safe,” he mumbled.
Jenna, our regular babysitter and Liam’s older best friend who watched and kept him busy in the evenings while I cooked was lounging on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She glanced up.
“Can I leave, or do you need me to stay late?”
“Maybe. Ask Ben,” I said, forcing a smile.
A woman on her way out | Source: Midjourney
When I got out, Sarah’s car was parked in our driveway. She was sitting in the driver’s seat, sipping an iced coffee. “Alright, what’s going on?” she asked when I got in and shut the door.
“I think Ben’s hiding something.”
Sarah’s eyebrows shot up.
“Like… hiding what? Illegal substances? Another woman?”
I winced.
“I don’t know. Liam saw him with some woman in a black car. He said she let Ben drive it.”
“Oh.” Sarah leaned back. “Wow, that sucks… so, what’s the plan?”
“We follow him.”
Two women sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney
Sarah gave me a long look before grinning.
“I’m so in! Ben’s going down!”
We parked away from the house but close enough to see if there was any movement in the front yard. Not ten minutes later, as anticipated, my husband left the house, carrying a small box under his arm. It looked like a jewelry box, the kind meant for something expensive. My heart squeezed as I wondered if it was a gift for her.
“What’s in the box?” Sarah whispered for some reason.
“I don’t know. But I need to find out.”
A determined woman | Source: Midjourney
A sleek black car rolled up. A woman with dark curly hair stepped out, smiling as she handed Ben the keys. Then, she slid into the passenger seat while my husband took the wheel. Ben didn’t leave with Jenna, so I assumed she was staying to look after Liam while he was out.
“That’s her,” I said, my voice low. “Follow them. But stay back.”
Sarah nodded, her expression serious for once.
We followed them through the winding streets, staying two cars behind. They weaved through downtown before pulling into the parking lot of a sleek, modern office building.
A car driving around | Source: Midjourney
Ben and the woman got out. She adjusted her blazer, and my husband carefully cradled the box.
“I’m going in,” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt.
Sarah grabbed my arm. “Wait, wait. Are you crazy?”
“Probably. But I have to see what’s going on. I have to know.”
Sarah nodded and said, “I’ll be right here waiting no matter what happens. If you need me, just call, okay?”
“Okay. Thanks, Sar,” I said, grasping her hand affectionately before leaving her car.
An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney
Inside, I followed them quietly, my heart hammering in my chest. They disappeared behind a door labeled Private Meeting Room. Peeking through the narrow glass panel, I saw the woman open a laptop.
Ben carefully lifted the box’s lid, revealing a delicate necklace with intricate gold filigree and a small ruby at its center. It looked old. Expensive.
He looked somber as he handed the box over to her. She looked at the necklace, nodded, and began typing furiously. I backed away, my mind spinning. Was he giving her jewelry? Was he cheating?!
A confused woman | Source: Midjourney
Confused and shaken by what I was seeing, I stepped away from the door. I needed answers, and I couldn’t wait any longer. But Ben suddenly opened the door, and I stepped in front of him.
“Care to explain?” I asked, my voice trembling.
He froze. His eyes went wide.
“What are you doing here?!” he asked in shock.
“I could ask you the same thing. Who is she? Why do you have that necklace?”
He looked over his shoulder nervously.
“Let’s talk outside.”
A sad man | Source: Midjourney
Back in Sarah’s car, Ben let out a long, tired sigh, rubbing his temples. We’d asked my friend for privacy, and she went inside the building, saying, “I’ll just browse around a bit and keep an eye on that other woman.”
“It’s not what you think,” he started.
“Oh, it never is. So explain.”
“That necklace was my mom’s. One of the last things I have of hers.”
“Then why are you giving it to her?”
“I’m not. I was going to sell it.”
I blinked. “Sell it? Why?”
My husband’s shoulders slumped.
A defeated man | Source: Midjourney
“It’s your mom. When her medical bills started piling up a few years ago, I took out a personal loan to help. I didn’t want you to stress over it, so I kept it quiet. I thought I could handle it, but with interest, it spiraled out of control. The woman you saw — Marissa — is a financial consultant. She’s helping me figure out how to pay it off.”
My anger dissolved instantly, replaced by guilt, as I finally realized why she was so formal-looking. The typing also finally made sense.
“Ben… why didn’t you tell me?”
He stared at the steering wheel.
A man sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney
“Because it’s my job to protect this family. You’ve been under so much stress with Liam and your mom. I thought I could handle it.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. “Ben, we’re a team. You don’t have to do this alone.”
His voice cracked. “I thought selling the necklace was the only way.”
I shook my head. “No. We’ll figure this out together.”
A sad woman | Source: Midjourney
Over the next few weeks, we worked together to find a viable solution and made changes. I insisted on picking up extra shifts at my part-time job. We cut back on unnecessary expenses.
And to my surprise, Marissa was kind and understanding, helping us restructure the loan so we could make realistic payments.
Oh, and the driving thing — Marissa explained it to me too. She frequently used the travel time to review documents or prepare notes for their meetings.
Letting Ben drive allowed her to focus on her work uninterrupted, maximizing their time and ensuring they were prepared for discussions.
A businesswoman | Source: Midjourney
And Ben got to keep the necklace. I told him to save it for Liam — a piece of our family’s history that he could pass down as a reminder of the love and sacrifices that shaped our family.
Looking back, it’s funny how a child’s innocent question about a “secret car” could have torn us apart. But it brought us closer instead. Our life isn’t perfect, but we have each other. And that’s more than enough.
A happy family | Source: Midjourney
Sadly, Ben’s wife isn’t the only woman who thought her husband was cheating. After meeting their son’s fiancée, Lily’s husband met up with the young woman in secret. Livid, I confronted them, but the truth was far from what I’d imagined.
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Howie Mandel reveals he’s ‘incredibly medicated,’ admits mental health struggles are ‘absolute hell’
renowned for saying “don’t touch me” a lot.When Howie Mandel gave Reba McEntire a firm hug on The Voice stage in September 2023, it stunned everyone.
The comedian caved in to his excitement and was unable to resist the country music star’s allure because he suffers from a crippling phobia of germs.
Mandel appears upbeat and joyful when he is in the spotlight, but when he is not, he discloses that he is a “scared” guy who would rather live “in the fetal position.”
Furthermore, he just made a startling admission that disclosed how he controls the OCD that drives him to “absolute hell.”To find out more, continue reading!
Many people’s inner germaphobe was let loose by the horror of the global epidemic, making them more aware of the risks of contamination.
While many people’s fear of germs passed after a few years, for others it remains crippling and never goes away.
“It is impossible for me to live a day in my life without thinking that we might not survive,” says Howie Mandel, a man who has experienced extreme anxiety and obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) since he was a little child. The 68-year-old TV personality says the pandemic was particularly upsetting in an interview with People, saying, “But the comfort I would get would be the fact that everybody around me was okay.” It’s a good idea to hold on. However, everything in the world was not well throughout the pandemic. And it was just the worst.
OCD is defined as a “pattern of unwanted thoughts and fears known as obsessions” by the Mayo Clinic. These obsessions cause you to engage in compulsive activities, or repeating actions. These compulsions and obsessions are very distressing and interfere with day-to-day tasks.
“I’m in a bad dream,” declares the comedian who was born in Canada. “I attempt to ground myself. Mandel remarks, “I have a great family, including my wife Terry and their three children, Riley, Jackie, and Alex, who were married in 1980. “I adore what I do,” However, I can sometimes have periods of deep depression from which I cannot recover.
The best medicine is laughter.
Mandel, who got his big break on the medical drama St. Elsewhere in 1982, says that although every day is difficult, comedy gets him through it.
“I use humor as a coping mechanism. I’m crying if I’m not laughing. I haven’t been transparent enough about how dark and terrible things truly get.
Mandel continues, “I’m most at ease onstage,” adding that he uses humor to fend off the allure of OCD. And it’s not nice when I withdraw inside myself when I have nothing to do.
Mandel consistently finds time for projects, contributing his unmatched sense of humor to all of them. He hosts multiple shows in addition to acting as a judge on the America’s Got Talent (AGT) franchise.
“Very heavily medicated”
He opened up to Kelly Clarkson about his mental health concerns during a conversation they had on her talk show in 2022.
“I have OCD and am neurotic.people believe that because I’m out and about, I’m having fun and enjoying myself.I’m terrified. He said to the host, “I like to go home and just live in the fetal position.”
Clarkson retorted, “It’s so funny to me, because every time I’m around you, even seeing you out of work…you’re so the opposite of what I would think,” looking surprised by Mandel’s shadow persona.
Mandel chuckled, “I know, I’m such a joy, I’m a light, I’m an energy, and I’m stunning.” “..To be really honest, I take a lot of medication.
embracing Reba
He may have been excited to see Reba McEntire on The Voice because of that medicine.
Mandel, a panelist on the show, leaped from the audience and called her name. He then hurried up to the country music expert and said, “We’re right next door shooting the AGT finale.” Could you please sign my shirt?
After McEntire signed his “I [heart] Reba” shirt, Mandel gave an unexpected, tight hug to the audience.
Carson Daly, the show’s host, remarked of the man who usually avoids physical contact, “You don’t see that every day.”
Mandel acknowledges his perplexing actions, saying, “People notice discrepancies, particularly in the media.” “He shook someone’s hand,” or “Oh, he hugged someone.” I’m able to give you a handshake. Then I would believe that I hadn’t cleaned it thoroughly. And I would spend hours washing my hands by going back and forth in a circle.
He goes on, “I understand the funny in that,” determined to continue the discourse about mental health. But that doesn’t lessen how excruciatingly awful it is. I also don’t want to justify my emotional well-being. All I want is to keep it going.
Since Mandel was “boosted” and “vaccinated,” his Covid-19 was mild in 2022, serving as a reminder that being afraid of illness is insufficient to keep you safe.
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