As I sit in a quiet corner of an airport coffee shop, staring at a cup of coffee I’m too shaken to drink, I keep trying to understand how something as simple as a seat assignment could blow my entire marriage apart. Yet here I am—wondering how blind I’ve been all this time. It began earlier today, when I boarded a flight after visiting my family.
I settled into my seat, buckled in, and prepared for a few peaceful hours. I had downloaded a book solely for this trip and was already picturing myself sipping a gin and tonic while reading. That little fantasy shattered almost immediately.Continue reading…
