Broody? Lonely? Vulnerable? On the shelf? You know why you married him. Your bio-clock was deafening, you were on the rebound, you might even have loved the guy (all things are possible) and harbored romantic notions of home, hearth and a happy-ever-after.
You tied the knot, hurled the bouquet, had the honeymoon, stuck the snaps in a padded album, paid off the credit card bill, dry-cleaned your frock, and set about the business of wedded bliss. So far, so nuptial. And then you get the urge to do it again.
Twelve months, a decade, 20 years down the line, that beautiful fairytale rears its ugly head once more.