So, I was all set to become “that guy.” The man who cheated on his loving wife of several years — who betrayed his marriage vows and went off to bone some other woman. I’d never sympathized with cheaters. Not in movies or books, not in real life. But there I was.
Except now I understood how complicated a marriage could be. How circumstances could intervene, and how all those safe preconceptions you’d had could fizzle into nothing. It was then that a bout of infidelity seemed perfectly reasonable. In fact, I felt it was something I had to do.
It had started with the dick pic. Cynthia and I both got up early for our respective jobs. She caught the first shower, while I lingered in the kitchen, half-awake and sipping coffee. I picked up my phone and saw I had a message.
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