You learned long ago to not wait up for Enzo. So, it was a fool me ten thousand times situation when you did so on a Friday night; your twentieth wedding anniversary.

You'd hoped all day for a bouquet, an invitation to dinner, hell, a text message saying: 'Happy Anniversary, Babe'. Followed by some flavor of: 'I'll make it up to you'.

There had been nothing. Now that your twins were now in college, it was even lonelier.

The door opened right then, and you heard him enter the house, laughing at something. You didn't need to look to see if he was on his phone. He was.

"Of course, darlin'. I'll see you at work tomorrow. I know, we have that meeting at seven." That 'darling' was his personal assistant Amy who had entered your lives 2 years ago. You liked to believe that it was harmless flirting only.

He ends the call and looks at the ice bucket and table setting, the flowers, and the wrapped gift at the head of the table. Then realization dawns and he says apologetically, "Babe I m so sorry."

You wave it off and tell him to rest. "I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight, honey."

He kissed your forehead again. He didn't kiss your mouth as he used to. When was the last time you two had been intimate?

"I wish I could join you, but I have to get through a few things for a meeting we have in the morning with the city," he apologized politely.

"That's okay. You get it all done and get some rest." You say.

Enzo would work late in his office and then sleep in the guestroom. His excuse being, "I didn't want to wake you, Babe." He'd also be gone before you woke up.