My husband sent another woman a huge bouquet of white roses and pink peonies with a card signed “Love, Daniel,” and by one careless mistake, those flowers arrived at our house instead.

it’s helping.” I told him. He claimed “I’m trying to take responsibility.” I said, “Then do it.”

Finally he spoke about himself rather than blaming the marriage. “I liked how I felt around her.” He added, “I felt interesting again,” and “Wanted. She didn’t know every version of me. She didn’t know all my failures. Everything felt…” I supplied the word: “New?”

“Yes.” I said, “I can understand that.” Understanding didn’t mean forgiving. “I understand how easy it must have felt,” I continued, explaining “She didn’t know you left wet