More than that though, was the fact that I still didn’t know whether our marriage was going to survive. Yes, we were back together: sharing a bed, a life, taking care of our 18 month year-old son and both desperate to make it work. But the pain of my husband’s betrayal – he had a six-month affair with a temp from the office and, after I found out, moved in with her for a fortnight before realising it was a terrible mistake – was still raw. I was tormented with images of them together inside my head whenever we made love.