Wow, this question brings up a memory-blast from the past, and it now reminds me and faces me to remember why I divorced.  You see -- touble happened during a Thanksgiving holiday when my ex and I worked as broadcasters at a radio station.  He elected to remain in the state we worked while I visited my mother for a GREAT home-cooked meal on Thanksgiving.  I called my ex on his cell phone on Thanksgiving day and that night and we spoke happily.   While speaking, I did not have a clue that anything was wrong with our relationship.  Nonetheless, before we hung up, my ex asked me to call him the Friday following Thanksgiving and that if I could not reach him at home -- to try his cell.  Well, I was not able to hear from my ex.  My inner-voice told me that he was with a woman, and he would not call me until Saturday between 11 a.m and noon, which was a motel/hotel's checkout hour.  Well, he called around noon on Saturday, two days following Thanksgiving,  and he confessed that he was checking out of a hotel with another woman.  We divorced thereafter and life is now better.  How bizarre?