During the long drive home from a business trip I needed a break, and pulled into a roadside diner I often frequented when I made this drive.

It was always what I needed — fresh coffee, a bite of home-cooked food, friendly faces. But tonight’s drive was different. Tonight I didn’t want to go home.

The morning of my departure on that trip, my fear that my husband was cheating on me had been confirmed — when Gus told me he was moving out and moving in with Annette, his secretary (who’s half his age)! He said he’d be gone by the time I got back so that we could “avoid a scene.” Now on the long drive home I was crying the whole way. Sure, our marriage had deteriorated. Still, the thought of being alone at my age (42) was frightening.

And I wasn’t ready... Leer Más