help. We never see them since they moved, and we thought it was a great idea. After talking about it, we decided to send the kids to his parents’ for the first six weeks and mine the last six. We looked at it as a chance to work on us. We were going to go on dates and discover each other all over again. Sounds great, right?”
Matty nodded.
“He seemed committed, and I thought for sure that this summer would be the one when we fell back in love. In reality, we were barely hanging on. We suddenly weren’t talking about anything anymore, and we’d stopped laughing with each other. I was miserable. By the time school was over, the kids knew something was wrong. I couldn’t figure out what was off between Will and me, and I happily packed them and sent them away, just so they wouldn’t be caught in the middle.
“The night his parents came into town, Will stayed at work all night. Said that he had to finish his presentation. But I knew better. He never missed the chance to see his parents. I think he knew they’d realize something was wrong, and he likes to put on a good show. He came home the next morning, showered, and ate breakfast with us before the kids left. He kissed them and his mom good-bye, and as soon as they were out of the driveway, he left too. He acted like I wasn’t there, which I chalked up to him being preoccupied with the presentation.
“I was in the bathroom getting ready for work when I found his phone tucked in the towels. I didn’t go through it—that thought never crossed my mind. I put it with mine so I could take it to him at work. While I was in the shower, he came back looking for it though. I was so happy to see him, excited, thinking about what we were going to do with no kids around.” I didn’t want to say any more. I didn’t want to admit his mistakes, let alone my own foolishness. “He was angry that I’d moved it. Wanted to know what I’d looked at.”
I took another deep breath. I wasn’t going to cry again. “I didn’t want to fight with him, so I jokingly asked him what was so important in his phone that I couldn’t see. I made some comment about pictures of naked women or dirty text messages, ‘cause that’s the last thing Will would have on his phone. His face got all red, and I knew.” I could see him now, standing in the middle of our kitchen in his suit, his face the color of an apple, sputtering.
Matty was still, barely breathing. “He cheated.”
I nodded. “He’d been cheating. For months. He sat at our kitchen table, looked me right in the eye, and told me he loved her. She makes him laugh. She’s a happy, sexy, fun person who always has time for him. Of course she is! Rachel doesn’t have two kids and a husband to clean up after or any responsibilities that tie her down.” I sighed again.
“You know who she is?”
I nodded. “She’s his co-worker. I’ve met her at corporate outings. She's beautiful and young.” I chewed on my bottom lip. So many things about this made me made angry. “Everyone knows he’s married and has a family! Someone they work with will figure it out. As much as I would love to blame her for getting involved with a married man, it’s really his fault.” I shook my head, grinding my teeth. “He tried to validate it, telling me that he couldn’t help whom he loves. Maybe not. But he had complete control over his body.” I looked at Matty, raising my shoulders. “What is it about me that repulsed him so much? Why didn’t he want me? Can you please tell me from the male perspective?”
Matty moved closer and shook his head. "I don’t know, Joes. I just don’t get it. I don’t understand why anyone would put energy into a new relationship when they could put the same energy into saving their marriage. Why anyone would want give up a family for an infatuation is beyond me. I had to start over and it sucked. I can’t fathom doing it by choice.”
“There’s one difference between you and Will.
Edited and with an Introduction by William Butler Yeats