He was in the wind. His ties to me had become tenuous at best. The nights spent with women, who did not wear my ring, had piled up. I can’t say this bothered me.

Our beginning was like any other, filled with grand gestures and deep promises. No one lives up to such things.

He fooled around regularly; I was slow to realize.

Realization came and it bred resentment. I soon realized I was kidding myself. “We” were dead and gone, ages before any dip into the company ink.

I was complicit in his crime. His philandering hurt me little. I allowed it in order to save the peace within our home. I slept soundly beside him knowing that this was not the first bed he had shared tonight.

I envied women that would view this life as torture. Their devotion to their men was a source of jealousy for me; the height of desire. Truth was, my heart held nothing for this man.

No love
No anger
No betrayal

He was a weight on the mattress assuring me that I was not alone.

How sad, that such assurance was all I needed in life.