Two and a half years ago I sat face to face with the man I had spent fifteen years building a life with. I looked him dead in the eyes and listened as the explanation of his betrayal spilled from his tongue. “Stormy, I’m going to fuck her“ His eyes moved from the garage floor back to my face as if to gauge my reaction. “When I left the house, I was so mad. I was so hurt. I got dressed up and went out, fully intending to pick up some random chick, but realized.. I do not even know how to do that. So, I called her. He went…