At least he likes me

Dear Husband,

There probably isn’t a good way to tell you this, but your father grabbed my breast last weekend. Not a brush-by, not a graze, not a hug gone awry. The room was crowded with relatives, and I’m pretty sure he thought I wasn’t paying attention. I’m sipping from my wine glass and – surprise – full hand grab of my left boob. I gasp, and your dad grins, turns and walks away. Just thought you should know.

Love,

I really hope your dad has a drinking problem