Perhaps chalk it up to mid-life crises, but my spouse and I know several marriages that have either weathered the storm or are kaput due, in part, to infidelity. So when he comes home and I haven't folded the laundry or dinner isn't anywhere close to being served or, like the other day, I've rendered the Internet useless and he has to spend an hour and a half of grief with Time Warner just to find out that I've accidentally put the computer in "Airplane Mode," I have a reassuring refrain: "but I didn't cheat on you today."
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