p.22-23 We had so many things together, Victoria and I. A life fully shared three-quarters oft he time. But from the beginning, my wife and I plotted ourcourses on separate, albeit adjoining, maps. I don't know if that's what led to the death of our marriage, but I don't think so. Those different courses made our time together richer and more precious. When we met in the evening, it was to give each other the gift of our day, how it had opened, what it meant or had done to us.
But in the midst of one of those death-throe arguments you have at the end, Victoria said we wer guily of having given each other too much room... I said that wasn't true. We were guilty of having grown lazy about things that should have been checked and rechecked all the time. I am not being facile, either. Life itself is fine-tuning. Marriage, that, times two.
Having an affair is like trying to hide an alligator under the bed. It is much too dangrous and big to be there, it sure doesn't fit, and no matter how carefully you try to conceal it, some part of the beast inevitably sticks out, is seen, sends everyone running and screaming.
The last time we traveled together was to America to get a divorce. Victoria said divorce was never having to say you're sorry...again.

Jonathan Carroll, Sleeping in Flame