I was in a great relationship – or so I thought. On this particular New Year’s Eve, my husband and I had decided to stay home and not do anything special. In terms of background, we had been together for several years, were college sweethearts, and at that time we had two children – a child in elementary school and a new baby. On that evening, I was not feeling well, so I headed to bed early and left my husband to watch the Times Square festivities on the television. Later that evening, I awoke and decided to go downstairs to join my husband in the living room. As I rounded the corner to the livingroom, I found my husband having sex with my child’s music teacher in the middle of the floor. Let’s just say, I divorced a douchebag.