When I was 20 years old, I was infatuated with my brother’s 28-year-old friend (who I’ll call Ben). Ben was absolutely perfect. Unfortunately, his wife thought so, too. I know, I know, I shouldn’t fall in love with married men. But if you met him, you’d fall in love, too.
Anyway, after giving him an ultimatum to either break up with her or marry her, Ben’s bitch of a wife was cheating on him “Ultimatums” Sound Like “Old Tomatoes” Because They’re Always Rotten two years into their marriage. And he didn’t know.
It made it that much more painful to know that not only was he off limits because he was married, but he was off limits and being made a fool of. All I would think was, I would never cheat on him if he were mine.