I Saw My Husband With Another Woman in Denver. I Smiled and Complimented His “Friend.”

I was at the fragrance counter in Denver’s Cherry Creek Shopping Center, testing hand cream samples with the careful deliberation of someone who has nowhere else to be. The sales associate had lined up four small glass vials in front of me—bergamot and sage, vanilla orchid, something called “midnight bloom”—and I was pretending each one required serious continue reading …