I could go on and on and give all kinds of examples of how I knew and felt my husband loved me, but that’s not the point. We both knew we had it good and marveled at how we found each other in this gamble we call life. The point: we were both absolutely positive that an affair would never rock our world.
We each have 2 children from previous marriages. We are brand-new, freshly minted empty-nesters who have been enjoying our time without the stress of teenage drama and trauma. The kids have said we are living like kids, doing what we wanted whenever we wanted. We were golden, in fact, our love was continuing to blossom beautifully, my husband recalls. Yes, we were in love and yet there was this: my husband had secrets.