October 10, 2010
John and I continued to talk in the chat room, by IM and e-mail, and finally by phone. He listened to me, let me cry and vent. He confided in me as well: about his own marriage and the sadness in which it ended. I enjoyed talking to him, but more than that, I needed to talk to him. And as my husband grew more distant, as his words grew more demeaning, as his temper continued to flare and his use of alcohol escalated, I found myself longing for a different life ... for a man like John.