She then went on to compare cheating with teenage romance. 

"Cheating is like being in high school, with the husband playing the role of Dad. You hide things, you contrive of what lies to tell before you get home (I went to Ruby Tuesdays with friends and I had the burger with no cheese and sweet potato fries for dinner. Rachel told us about the new cat she rescued. His name is Tabby.) The sneaking around seems mainly harmless; after all, you're not directly hurting anyone. This is about you and your lover, it has nothing to do with your husband. Despite your best intentions, you develop feelings for him. It feels weird and mildly uncomfortable when the time for obligatory marital sex rolls around. When your husband kisses you, it feels like nothing. All your sparks are with your lover. This reality makes you take a breath before you tell your husband "I love you" after the lube-aided sex, to make sure your voice won't audibly shake. You cry very carefully and silently into your pillowcase in the dark, your fists clutching sheets, as his satisfied breathing turns regular with sleep.

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