No doubt Elizabeth Edwards ye affianced and pledged thy troth (until that undying last breath expired from his or thine lips) to John more than half your lifetime ago!

Perhaps thee felt drawn head over heels (unless those feet in that bygone age shod in flats) toward whom you presumed to be that je nais se quois paragon of affinity, civility, equality, gallantry, integrity, magnanimity, opportunity, sensitivity toward yourself!

As a totally known reader of headlines blaring events in the lives of those occupying a perfect perch and sitting squarely in the crosshairs for rapacious media bloodhounds s, I apologize becoming privy per the nearly unavoidable headlines splashed across the various and sundry news venues!

No matter that Bob did indulge in an extramarital indiscretion attendant with the strong suspected concomitant linkage of an out of wedlock child), whereby he now finds himself sinking ever deeper into unanticipated emotional and psychological quicksand, the purpose of this letter avoids any unsolicited vindictive expletives!

Oh yea, an immediate litany of charges can (and already most likely got leveled at said formerly respected spouse) ranging from amorality, atrocity, banality cruelty, debauchery, demagoguery, exculpatory infidelity, notoriety, obligatory purgatory territory, venality, but unfair to cast a stone when I too (a not so happily married Caucasian male of two score and nine years and the dada of deux young daughters) readily admits that he experiences a frequent longing to surrender to another woman on account of a woefully disenchanted marriage!

In no way, shape or form does this typical run of the mill (by the pond) coffee drinking Joe (christened Matthew Scott Harris) advocate such a transgression as applies to accepting that purported sacred vow until death do us part!

Quite the contrary!

An ambition awoke just some hours earlier to tap out a letter to acknowledge sympathy and subsequent psychic impact and catastrophic emotional fallout from surrendering to an understandable natural, hormonal, feral, carnal, and animal temptation, which seems to contribute and compound previous tragedies (publicized for readers to peruse) that befell such innocent hospitable folks!

What affected this predilection to write (a more or less stream of consciousness unexpurgated communique) sprang less from retaliatory broadsides and/or critical harsh judgments against the one who fell prey and an adulteress liaison!

Rather to commiserate how this sole son of my widower septuagenarian father shares how his mother got dealt that curse of a terminal illness that cut short the life of Harriet Harris!

No doubt an inundation from empathetic supporters, family, friends and a coterie of other anonymous wayfarers of cyberspace prevailed offering their compassion, yet essentially helpless to salve the grieving torment!

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