Today’s post is by writer, editor, and educator Libby James. As soon as I left my marriage, I called everyone I knew. That’s not an exaggeration. By the end of the first month, probably more like the first week, everyone was aware that my husband was having an affair and that I, having been freelancing for the last six years, was desperately in need of a reliable full-time job. When people asked what I was looking for (in a job, not a new partner), I said anything.