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How I Caused My Wife To Cheat
She might have jumped, but I pushed.
“Why would she do that?”
Sitting at the bar, I stirred the gin and tonic, looking for an elusive answer. A bubble found its way through ice, but it lingered at the top before bursting. I shrugged.
“I don’t know.”
No amount of gin and tonics had helped me come up with the answer. I’d already tried. I could stir through the contents of my brain, and even when I thought I’d found something, the idea would burst, leaving me with nothing more than a headache and regret.
I hated talking about it. I hated thinking about it. It’s why I hated going out.
Divorce interests people. They want to know why. They want to know a reason.
Something to pin everything on.
That one, emotional scapegoat.
I didn’t have any. She decided to seek a physical connection with someone else. And I couldn’t figure out why. At the time she said she didn’t know why either.
A lie to keep from hurting me more? Perhaps. Or she just hadn’t put everything together in her own head yet to offer up a real answer.
But I do now.
