Jen shows up on my doorstep, clearly upset, deeply sad, about something.  She has a baby with her, a little girl.  I welcome her and we talk, begin catching up.  Then I see she is unable to talk because she is so upset so I tell her to go ahead and take a nap.  When she wakes up I tell her not to tell me anything, that I understand sometimes it’s too painful to put things into words.  I ask her if there was cheating involved and she nods.  I ask if it was Patrick, pause a moment when I see she doesn’t respond but starts crying more, and then I ask if she was the one who cheated.  She looks at me and I can see the pain as she begins to shatter.  She haltingly tells me there was a guy and she didn’t mean it, but it happened.  I tell her it’s okay, that she will be okay.  She leaves the room to go to the bathroom and, while she’s there, her phone rings.  The name shown is “Jonathan” and I assume it’s “the guy” and wonder how something as perfect as what Jen and Patrick had could go so wrong?