My husband, Robert, and I had been trying to get pregnant for six months. The pressure of it all was turning our marriage into the antithesis of romantic. The stress was causing our marriage to take steps back. Instead of making progress as we had been before trying for a baby, we were starting to digress. I was moody and angry because I wanted to try every day, and he was angry because I made sex a chore.
He slowly started working longer hours again and I realized we were making a mistake. Eventually, we just stopped talking about it completely and I noticed he was starting to pull out when we had sex. Our marriage was slowly falling apart again. To make matters worse, Derrick—the older man I was having an affair with—broke up with his girlfriend and was starting to call again. The timing couldn’t have been worse. I was vulnerable, angry, and needed a shoulder to cry on. Since I could not rely on any of my friends, I began to rely on Derrick again.
One night, while my husband was away on business, I spent the weekend at Derrick’s. When I finally came home, my husband was there waiting for me. “Where have you been?” he asked. Unsure if he had arrived in the morning or at night, I assured him that I had spent a few days at my mother’s house. He didn’t question me any further and our conversation turned to talks about expanding our family again.
Robert apologized for having gotten discouraged and assured me that he wanted a family with me. We both promised to be patient and to let it happen on its own. If it was meant to be then it would happen when it was meant to happen. Our sex life began to improve, since we enjoyed each other’s company again. We were having sex various times a week, and to spice things up, he even bought toys. We were having the most intense sex of our marriage. I felt young and alive again.
One night, while my husband was on another business trip, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I was shocked to see Derrick standing there. I had been trying to stay away from him since Robert and I started trying to get pregnant. I could smell the booze on him before he even said anything…