In Galway last September we met them at the wedding In Galway last September we met them at the wedding in the Salthill hotel. Another couple. We swapped numbers. We're from Cork they're from Limerick. Both couples in our forties. Two kids each. WhatsApp started normal. Then it didn't. Now it's six months later and we're meeting in a hotel in Athlone next Saturday because it's in the middle. The kids are at my ma's for the weekend. Story is we're going to a concert. My husband and I planned this together. We both want it. We've talked about it for months. But I can't sleep. Not because I think it's wrong. Because I don't know how I'll feel after. I keep imagining driving home Sunday morning with him in the car, neither of us saying anything, the kids in the back seat after we pick them up. I don't know what that car will feel like. Has anyone done this. Not the fantasy version. The real version. What's the Sunday morning like. Is the marriage the same or different. I'm not looking for permission, we've given each other that. I'm looking for what nobody talks about, the part after.