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It all started at our neighbor Joanne's dinner party. She invited all the people on our street. She was divorced with an 18 year old son, Jake, and obviously her previous husband had money. Her home was immaculate and she and Jake drove expensive new cars. My husband Jorge had drunk too much as usual, sinking down cocktails before we even left the house. The wine was flowing at Joanne's and Jorge downed glass after glass. I had on a short dress and thigh highs, hoping he'd want me later, but I could tell he'd pass out before we had a chance. This was becoming more and more common in our marriage. I was unable to give Jorge children and he always wanted a son and heir. My infertility is part of the reason he lost interest in me, but I think he also has a mistress somewhere. We fostered and