Inconsistency is her game, and has long since become his routine.
Resentfully, he wants only her.
He lives for the occasional crumb. The infrequent email. That casual booty call.
"I don't really like your house, you should move somewhere more convenient for me," she says lying on the floor after sex, well aware she won't be able to sneak out from her husband for another year.
Resentfully, he picks up the classifieds.