I suppose I thought that my husband was above this kind of behaviour – that it was something other people did, not nice middle-class men like him. Not many fireworks, perhaps, but plenty of affection. We’ve never been unfaithful to each other – well, I know I haven’t – and we still have a pleasant sex life. All it took was a quick online search to find the names of establishments and dates that correlated with his frequent visits to London for work and – hey presto – I knew exactly what he’d been getting up to.Īt first I was upset and angry. I found out via various methods – a bank statement here, a Google search there, a receipt in a pair of trousers. But I recently learned something that rocked my comfortable status quo – my husband visits lap-dancing establishments.

We’re happily married and, on paper, have everything – a beautiful home, nice holidays, lovely, well-behaved children.

We live in a lovely area of Dorset and have three children in their teens. My husband and I are in our 50s and have been married for 20 years.

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