“Let me understand this. You had an affair.”
“You went to a hotel?”
“Yes. She made all of the arrangements.”
“You went to a hotel to meet another woman.”
“You went to a room and took your clothes off in front of another woman and made love.”
“Where did this happen?”
He told me how they met in another city an hour from here.
“You got in the car and drove an hour to meet her?”
“Did you think of me?”
I honestly don’t remember how he answered that question. The truth is, it didn’t really matter. What mattered is that my husband, who never even notices when other women are flirting with him, did something completely out of character. He left me and his life behind and drove an hour to meet his Lost Love whom he discovered on Facebook. He had an hour to stop, turn around and come home, but he did not. He was compelled to drive at 65MPH on the interstate for an hour to meet his Lost Love in another city, the same Lost Love, by the way, whom he had criticized for being self-centered, who had cut him loose, broken his heart and rubbed his nose in it so many years ago.
Why in the world would he do this?