I started to draft a note, then thought better of it, and deleted the damn thing. Right now, my wife is out dancing without me, and I'm having my usual fears of infidelity (her dancing is always, I now realize, a "trigger"). She's been going out every other night or so for about a month, and my mood always starts to slide as the hours progress. Although I'm sure some might just suggest I go with her, dancing in public always causes me intolerable anxiety (hyperventilating and such), so that isn't an option (an old childhood humiliation seems to be the cause of this). Although we've talked about it, she tells me it's the only way she can relieve her own stress and that I have nothing to worry about. Still, I'm feeling paranoid and pretty worthless. The thought of her dancing with other men, laughing at their jokes, probably flirting (she's a hopeless flirt), while I'm at home being a regular, pathetic bore, well . . . it isn't the picture of my life I'd always imagined. And it certainly isn't the picture of her life that she'd always imagined (she doesn't have to tell me that). Still, I deleted the note. That's something.