My Husband Walked Into the Hotel With His Mistress. He Never Expected to See Me There.

“And was loneliness responsible for the two hundred twelve dollars at Fleming’s?”

“Can we please not reduce this to money?”

“No.”

He seemed affronted, as though it was acceptable to explain twenty-seven years of marriage with loneliness but unfair to assign a $486 price to one of his hotel visits.

Three weeks later Daniel moved out, claiming he needed “space to think.” Rachel’s two-bedroom apartment in Dublin evidently offered ideal surroundings for reflection.

I retained Melissa Grant, an attorney with a modest second-floor office in a Westerville brick building between