I am sorry. So very sorry.
Last night, after you had gone to bed, I stayed downstairs and watched the sixth episode of the second season of House of Cards.
I know, I know … I’ve cheated on you.
When we first learned that the second season would premiere on Valentine’s Day, we both committed to binge-watching it together.
Obviously, I’ve broken that commitment.
But what did you expect me to do? Our schedules don’t always match-up. I’m an early-riser. You’re up late with the baby. In the end, it was a struggle to watch together a single episode, much less an entire season.
And I can’t — I won’t — be left behind on social media. All day on Twitter, when folks aren’t spoiling the results of the Olympics, they’re tweeting what happened to
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Frustrated, I watched episode six after you and the baby were asleep. I promised myself it would be just that one time. But it wasn’t. In fact, I’ve been watching episode seven tonight while you bathe Ella Joyce.
The worst aspect of this whole affair happened earlier today when you and I, after the baby went down for her nap, were able to watch episode six together. I had to pretend like I had not seen it before. I had to act surprised when
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I really don’t know what to say, other than I am really sorry. If you don’t want to watch Vanderpump Rules with me tonight, I’ll understand.
But, going forward, I just have to be honest about who I am and ask that we have an open relationship … about House of Cards.