My husband and I were, admittedly, pretty smug about our marriage. We had it good — better than just about every other couple we knew. It wasn’t that we’d discovered the magic secret to a successful relationship — unless it was this: We hadn’t brought any bullshit into our union.

From the get-go, Gary and I didn’t lie to each other because there was nothing to gain from it. We spent time together because we genuinely liked each other’s company. The sex was outstanding, and we easily avoided jealousy.

The only other marrieds we knew who seemed to have the same good thing going were Tad and Gwen. They were a couple years younger than us and our dearest friends. But one evening, Gary said, “Tad’s driving me crazy at work!”

I set down my book. We... Leer Más