My Husband Came Home at 10 A.M. After Spending the Night Away—For the First Time in 23 Years, I Didn’t Ask Where He’d Been. By Monday, He Realized He Had Lost More Than His Wife’s Trust.

I was afraid of being alone.

I wasn’t forgiving him because twenty-three years of marriage meant I owed him another chance.

I wasn’t pretending that everything was fine because I wanted our daughter to believe her family was perfect.

I was making a decision one day at a time, with my eyes open.

Maybe Daniel and I will grow old together.

Maybe we will eventually decide that the life we built can no longer give either of us what we need.

I cannot promise what the future will bring.

But