DBML I'm v sorry for your sister, and it's not a club anyone would want to join 😔 so it's only good you're not a paid-up member.
I actually think that on a thread about betrayal, it's not necessarily a bad thing to be reminded that not every husband will do this.
When I went through what felt like something so devastating and personal that it could only have happened to me, and then gradually discovered that the feelings and the pattern were horribly standard, I thought about all the men I knew. In my life, in my family, that I'd ever heard of. And I realised that actually a lot of them had done this in one way or another. Like, 95%?! Men who I respected and loved, men who everyone thought well of ... but somehow, in some way, they'd all looked outside of the good thing they had.
In some cases they were searching for an ideal and they ended up moving on. (and often never finding it)
In probably more cases they had an affair or affairs in a way that was either totally hidden from
their family (I would label these the alpha cheaters - at least nobody gets hurt, and they often give the wife/family a great life), or was sort of known but never disturbed.
I decided in the end that competent loyalty is the most important thing. You'll think that sounds odd. But I mean that if it is just a biological fact that most men have a roving eye, or are on a quest of some sort, then the best option is one who still loves you utterly and wouldn't allow that aspect of himself to hurt you.
Obviously, of course, the really best thing is the guy who says hmm, this feels tempting, but it's not really. And doesn't go there.
And there are definitely guys like that.
But for the rest, yes there's a very obvious pattern. It's depressingly hilarious. And it's like the dog having moussaka all over its face and an upturned dish on the floor and pretending it hasn't had its paws up on the worktop and just polished off the family supper. They somehow think you won't notice.
How would you not notice when they've spent 1.5 hours in the bathroom, shaved themselves to a polished marble finish, coiffed their (regularly cut) hair to within an inch of its life, splashed a gallon of aftershave on like they just got a big bottle for Christmas, used so much mouthwash they make your eyes water from 20 paces, trimmed their fingernails (........ don't ask why .....), whistled purposefully as they dress themselves carefully, with a slight air of teenage vulnerability, in their (obligatory) new jeans and (unaccustomedly expensive and branded) zip front hoodie (just a bit tight over their (reducing from all the sexercise) fat tum) and ... they then check the kitchen clock anxiously and say they have to leave on the dot of 9.10 and you ask why and they say ... nonchalantly ... eyebrows slightly raised (in disbelief themselves) ... 'oh, just going for a drive'.
On a Sunday morning.
And they ask you to make them a bacon sandwich quickly for them before they go.
😀 Ring a bell?!