Just when you think you know someone

Years before I ever dreamed my first marriage would end in divorce something happened that seemed perfectly innocent, even funny, at the time, but may have been a harbinger of things to come.
My wife cheated on me.
No, not with another lover. With a VCR.
A friend had taped the movie “The Best Years of our Lives” one night on PBS and gave it to us with a hearty recommendation. It won seven Academy Awards including Best Picture in 1946 and proved to be every bit as riveting as he had said.
We were on the edge of our seats in our family room as the drama built to a conclusion only to have the movie suddenly stop.
Turned out our friend had set the timer to record it and did not realize he didn’t get the last half hour. It’s nearly a three-hour movie.
The next day was Saturday, my busiest of the week as the managing editor of a Sunday newspaper. In the middle of the day, my wife called.
“Guess what I just did?” she asked in a sing-song voice. “I just watched the end of The Best Years of our Lives.”
She had gone out and rented it.
As I said, we found it pretty funny at the time, even though the joke was on me. I watched it that night when I got home.
Now, some 30 years later, there’s a name for what happened that Saturday ‘way back then, and apparently it’s keeping today’s marriage counselors mighty busy.
It’s called “Netflix Cheating.”
That’s when one partner or the other jumps ahead and watches episodes of a series without the other’s knowledge.
Can you imagine?
Surveys indicate more than 50% of all couples have engaged in Netflix Cheating and some have difficulty getting past it. No kidding.
Life was so simple when all you had to do was promise to stand by each other for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health.
And now this.

Ed Ackerman