This is fcuked up. There is no way they belong to a friend of mine or someone planted them to start trouble. Our bedroom, bathroom, laundry room are all upstairs. When people come over, they stay downstairs. Upstairs is the private, no-go zone.
Melissa didn't have anything to do with this. I have never trusted anyone like I trust her,plus, she's the one who got me to date my husband in the first place.
They aren't mine. Not my brand. Not my size.
The only way I can even think of for them to get into our laundry is if they fell out of one of his pockets in the laundry or something. Maybe he found them in his truck and stuck them in a coat pocket with the intention of throwing them away before I found them...... but was too drunk/or whatever to remember to take them out of the pocket. Either way, they ended up in our laundry and I know they didn't walk there.
He seems to be sticking to his story. He says I won't ever get another story from him because he's telling the truth. He said if I leave I will just feel like shit later because I'm wrong and he's innocent.