Playing House

She and my husband are playing house. Wednesday night he did not get home until just after ten o’clock. I knew he’d been at her house even before it came up, simply because he walked in the door reeking to high heaven of cigarette smoke. He then began rummaging around in the kitchen and I said, “Did you not eat dinner?” To which he responded, “Oh yah, we had Hamburger Helper and then watched a movie.” Last night he came home even later. It’s like this is his new “normal” – working, spending quality time with her and her child, coming home to our house and making small talk with me as if nothing has changed, and then going to bed in the guest room. It’s strange how he can act so normal in this situation which is anything but. A friend of mine pointed out that it’s because this is his normal – he was doing all of these things well before August 23rd, the only difference is that now I know and back then I didn’t. She said he is probably happier now because everything is out in the open, not to mention the fact that everything in his relationship with her is in the “new” and “exciting” stage. It makes me sick – truly, I feel nauseous.