To come home early and hear this muffled commotion coming from our bedroom was jarring. I didn’t want to allow my mind to go to that bad place, but how could I not as I inched my way closer and closer to the door, listening to a familiar deep voice presumably tantalizing my wife with his smooth playboy manner. Trembling, as I’m seconds from confirming my worst fear, I swing the door wide open and catch you in the most compromising position in our bed. I didn’t even need to look at him to know what was going on. The guilt in your eyes said everything I needed to know — you were watching Mad Men without me.