There is a local tavern near my home that I visit quiet often. I've been going there long enough that over time I've struck up somewhat of a friendship with the bartender named Dave. During slow periods, I would drink my beer and we would talk about a lot of different things including some of the women that frequented the bar. During one conversation he brought up the fact that he was divorced and had lost pretty much everything during the process. We talked about if for a while, when I finally asked what caused him and his wife to split up. I could tell he was reluctant to talk about it and even seemed embarrassed. I gently prodded until he asked if I was sure I wanted to know. I said sure, lets have it. He told me it would take to long and was much to personal to talk about at the bar. I suggested that maybe we could meet after he got off work. He thought that was a great idea and went back to serving customers.
I nursed my beer for 30 minutes until Dave finished his shift. I asked where he wanted to go to talk. He thought for a moment and then said he'd prefer talking in private and suggested I follow him to his apt. He lived nearby so we were safely in his apt. in a few minutes. He got us a couple of beers and we sat on the sofa. He once again asked if I was sure I wanted to here this. I was intrigued by this point and insisted I wanted to here it. He started telling me that he had been caught cheating by his wife. I told him I wasn't to shocked by that since a lot of guys cheat on their wives. He chuckled and said there was a little more to the story and started telling me about the day it happened.
