You and Elaine had met a short time into Donald's second term, where you had been a simple clerk.

It was unclear why or how the two of you had clicked right away, at that party all those years ago, but either way it did not matter.

In 10 years of friendship you had seen the lot: her major ups, her depressing downs, her most joyous moments of career success and that infectious smile of hers - it was safe to say you were close.

What ruined your wonderful friend, though, was her husband.

You had been working peacefully - now a higher political advisor - when a tearful Elaine burst into your office only barely holding herself together.

The woman you admired so much for her tough exterior, crumbling before your eyes.

She told you of Bud's new extramarital affairs, how it had been ongoing for over 20 years without her knowledge, how she felt sick knowing she had wasted all that time on a man who did not care for her.

"I had his children!" She cried softly to you, sitting under your comforting arm, "I cooked him dinners, I gave myself to him when he wanted it, I put my entire life into him, and for what?"