Fifteen Minutes Ends a Marriage.
I am sitting on the side of my bed crying. Reflecting on what fifteen minutes of stupidity cost me.
My name is Harriet. I worked as an analyst for a big marketing firm in town at the time. I was married to a general contractor named Jim, we had no children.
A new department head was transferred from another branch of the firm. His name was Marty. He was also married, with two young sons.
He was cute, funny, social and he liked to flirt. I did too but I always kept it mild, or so I thought. This light flirting got to be a game between the two of us. I realized much later that the game got more brazen with time. I may have sent the wrong message one day in particular. As I was coming out of my office.