There’s no answer. No done. No end of the road where everything falls into place. Why would you want that? To sit still, and change nothing until you die?
Discontented, middle-class family men who cheat and leave their wives for the promise of a better future are a cultural trope so common as to be unremarkable.
I point proudly at my bookcase like a child showing off their things on a playdate and tell you about a couple I creepily observed at a restaurant last year.
