But they haven’t had sex since June 2012, haven’t even seen each other naked (except by accident) since he told her he was a sex addict.
I get the impression that her forgiveness may be so provisional that simply facing a reporter’s questions for an hour could undo it.
Four pairs of running shoes, all so worn-out that they’ve lost their shape and turned gray, are lined up inside the front door.
If you didn’t know better, you might say he looks like a typical bewildered groom.
But what the picture really seems to capture, and perhaps this is why he won’t look directly into the lens, is Jacob at war with himself, trying to erase one terrible thought from his brain: that if his wife knew who he really was—if she knew about the pornography, the explicit online chats, the anonymous sex with other women, with random men—she would get as far away from him as she could.
They have been together for nearly half their lives.