Finally Seen

Every night we were fully booked with reservations, and people waited hours just to get a seat. It was the place everyone wanted to be, and everyone who was anyone was there. Our staff was beautiful, and so was our silverware. We received a write-up in the paper for being the best-looking restaurant and everything that was in it—something like that. Every night I was working, well almost; we were closed on Mondays. We opened at 5 PM all the other days, so I had plenty of time with the kids, taking them to school and activities. I never hated going to work; it was so fun. It was a constant party. And for me, at this moment in my life, I finally felt wanted. It’s a funny thing because for a while, my husband showed me no interest—just the kind that he felt obligated to give me, and even that, now that I think about it, was almost forced for him. He definitely was not the cheating type who would have an affair and come home and still treat me like a queen; he was distant. And of course, I had no idea; I just thought he was going through something. We were young, having kids, and his career took off. With so many yes people around him and everyone treating him like a rockstar except me, being at the restaurant and meeting new people was fun for me, especially getting attention from other men. I used to be totally turned off by other men looking at me; I could not have cared less, but this time was different. Even though David and I are back together, working on our marriage, I just felt different. I lost the respect he had for me, and maybe it’s just not that. Maybe all the things I believed for so long were just a big fairy tale of things that don’t really work the way you thought. And why not be carefree? Who cares whose life you’re going to destroy and everything around them?