It was odd how composed I was about it. I went into the kitchen, sat down and poured myself a cup of coffee, black. Perhaps I was just too numb to react or had immediately buried my shock and pain at what I saw. It was just another shitty thing to happen during a very bad six months in my life. I had been with Bette for almost 6 years and I had never cheated on her, not once, not that I ever had the opportunity. But I had never even cheated on her in my mind or fantasized about other women. Bette was the only woman I had ever loved, the woman I lost my virginity with, and she betrayed me. My wife cried and apologized over and over, saying she felt lonely with me being away at night, that we had been constantly fighting, we hadn’t been intimate in months, it wouldn’t happen again, etc… Desp
