Just two days before Christmas, my spouse departed for a “urgent” work getaway. I found out he had lied and was, in fact, at a motel nearby, so I drove there. But I froze in tears when I rushed into that hotel room. My world was completely upended and my heart broken by the sight staring back at me.
I always assumed that everything was shared between my husband and me. Every dream, every small concern, every dumb joke. We celebrated our successes together, supported one another during difficult times, and were aware of each other’s peculiarities and shortcomings. That’s what I thought, anyway, until Christmas Day, when everything I had assumed came tumbling down.
With his fingers tapping nervously on our kitchen counter, Shawn began, “Andrea, I have something to tell you.” “My supervisor called. I have an urgent client situation in Boston that he requires me to handle.
