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It was the last day of the work week and the day I dreaded most: Friday. One look at the clock on my desk and the knot in the pit of my belly bubbled up, knowing that I couldn’t prolonge going home much longer. Monday through Thursday I used my job as an excuse…client meetings, business dinners…whatever I could come up with just so I didn’t have to see my wife. We’d been married for happily for three years before things started to spiral in the opposite direction. She wanted a baby, and we’d been trying for the last five years now with no success. Everything seemed to be an argument these days, and it was becoming too much for me to handle. I wanted out, but didn’t know how to tell her, and so I stayed married, spending many of my nights sleeping on the sofa in my office, waiting it out until I knew that she would be in bed. I’d never been unfaithful, but over the last year I’d thought about it more than a few times. We’d had sex only a handful of times over the last year, my absence at home the prime reason. I still wanted a child, but not with her anymore…I just didn’t know how to tell her.