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TIFU by thinking my wife was cheating

So obligatory this happened earlier this week.

I work from home, my wife has the two kids during the day after they are done with online classes. She works hard, she on top of shit, but has been stressed, for obvious reasons. She usually leaves the house after they are done with school to run errands.

Well this week she left for a couple hours, didn't tell me the plan because she was in a rush and I was in a meeting. She was gone for much longer than usual, and when I called her, her phone was off. I shrugged it off, she routinely forgets to charge it.

Fast forward to that night, everything is cool, she's watching Bravo, I go down stairs to play videogames. Well right next to me is her jacket... It smells like another man's cologne. Im like no way , how could she, when could she? My mind starts running, did she really drop the kids off at the grandparents and meet up with someone?! Wtf! I thought we were good, like really good!?I'm curious and mad, but don't say anything.

The next day we she asks me if we can play Diablo 3 together again in the basement. It's our thing and a way she triea to meet me in my world. (Shes also a really good GR pushing wizard) I say sure we go down stairs and when we get down there she lights her new candle.

I about died. It was the same smell as the cologne! I bust out laughing, she asks me why and I tell her. She laughs and reminds me I picked the candle out, because it smelled like a cologne ! ("Charcoal and Black Teak- with notes of birch and lavender")

TL;DR Almost accused my really hard working loving wife of cheating because I picked out a candle that smelled like cologne. Smh

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