I called my wife at 1:00 a.m. from a hotel room while I was on a business trip. My best friend answered her phone. He didn’t sound nervous. He didn’t even try to explain. He just said, “She’s busy right now. She’ll call you later.” Then I heard my wife laughing in the background — and suddenly, everything I had been ignoring for months made sense.
At 1:00 in the morning, alone in a hotel room in Chicago, I called my wife because I missed her. That was the kind of man I still was then. Tired, trusting, a little pathetic in the way married people can be pathetic when they believe the person at home is still home in every…
