Years ago, I once knew someone who was unhappy with her husband. Let’s call her Nancy. To fill her void, Nancy went on dates with various men while her husband stayed late at work. At the cafeteria one day, Nancy mentioned she was falling in love with one of her men named Jack. Jack was handsome, single, charming, and financially well off. Something about him made her heart sing.
What first turned out to be casual coffee once a month evolved into dates twice a week. On Tuesday, they’d meet up after work for drinks and dinner for a couple hours. On Thursday, they’d go to spin class together, followed by a meal and sometimes a movie, and then some extracurricular activities back at his place. She wouldn’t get home until 1am every Friday morning to her husband’s dismay.