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Course I have. How else could I feel genuine sympathy for Silda Spitzer? If you're involved in cheating and lying first hand, you gain insight.

I've been thinking about my marriage every since I saw my ex husband at the grocery store last month. It was such a romantic relationship and by that I mean it was not at all grounded in reality. We met when I was twenty and I was married at twenty-two. I was far too immature to know what I needed in a life long partner let alone be able to articulate that in a constructive way. I fell out of love with him in about three years time and I was too much a coward to tell him so. Well actually, I tried once. I told him I didn't want to be his wife anymore, but he didn't believe me. Denial is a powerful force in his family. So instead I lied and let myself get involved with someone else.

I remember when I confessed. The guilt was driving me crazy. We were working together in China and we were on holiday in Shanghai. It was a dreary holiday. I don't think the sun came out for six days. I told him what I had done the first night we were there. After witnessing the pain in his face, I felt so much shame I slept on the floor for four days and stopped eating for a week. Even now, when I push my head into a toilet to purge (a habit I picked up at age twenty-five in order to cope with the fact that my marriage was falling apart), I dig back to that shame. It will stay with me forever, I'm sure.

So I'm no hypocrite. Eliot Spitzer should pay for his crimes.