You preferred a woman in your bed other than your wife last year, for interacting . Around that time, you vaguely recall it was considered faster than taking the train; and you found it far easier to do than be honest about what you want and how you feel. (You recall during lying to your wife during this installation, you kept signalling to your wife that you came to her every weekend because you loved her who you hadn't told that another woman had entered your life. Someone at the office had an idea what you were supposed to just keep telling your wife: to ignore the seven years your were married and the seven previous years she had spent working while you were slacking off doing nothing but post on JoS, prodding people until finally one commited suicide. That actually worked.)

Maybe things have changed in the interim?