I caught my husband texting with his coworker

all out.”

“Oh, I wanted to,” I say, setting the bowl of salad down with a little more force than necessary. “It’s important to make a good impression.”

Lisa stiffens. My husband doesn’t eat. He’s just staring at his plate like the spaghetti is spelling out a confession in meat sauce.

Mark tries to make conversation.

“So, how do you and Lisa know each other?continue reading …