I've been waiting out Susan's marriage for years.
Importantly, we've never met. I've only heard a mutual friend talk about her, but damn if she doesn't sound fantastic. Brilliant, competent, successful, kind, funny, brown ponytail, no kids, no desire to have kids, barely age-appropriate—she's all kinds of interesting to me. But she's been married to an ass, and while I've feigned interest in hearing those stories third-hand, I've been wondering if Susan would ever hit the market.
She just caught him cheating. He's been cheating for years—denying the affair when asked, declining multiple offers of amicable divorce, refusing to get therapy, blaming Susan for their problems, and oh yes, spending Susan's money to visit the other woman. My first thought was how hurt Susan must be. In an unprecedented display of growth, it took me a full 10 minutes to think of myself.
"...and so then, this asshole goes and...what's his name, anyway?"
"John."
"I am so screwed."
"Yep."