When I got an unnecessary text from him, I smiled. And while that was interesting and made me feel powerful, it also made me sad. I knew how it would end and it had not even begun. I made references to his wife, to him not being available in a way that made me feel respectable. But the sexual tension rose, and the encounters became more and more heated. He continuously told me he wanted me.
I first heard the statement, "Once a cheater always a cheater" when I was in high school. Maybe some women are born with an innate desire to believe in the ability to change. I know I'm a little more evidence-based myself and if history is any indication, I'd say Don Draper will spend the rest of his fictional life appearing in the beds of women all over 1960s Manhattan.
So, it's less than three weeks before Christmas. Friday night. Friends are winding down from their work week, decorating the tree with the kids, and maybe getting ready for a Christmas party. I just learned of my husband's affair. I picked up a card I found in his gym bag. I read the cover and thought, "Wow! This must be my Christmas card." But I didn't put it down, and the surprise was on me. It was from Karen. Karen? Who's Karen?