What is Love? Baby, Don't Hurt Me...Again

So, around 1978, Ceci had acquired another insane boyfriend, D1 M. invited D1 to a party Ceci was giving and while, when he kissed her, D1 never closed his eyes, betraying his insanity, Ceci once more gave in to the thrill of male attention and let him stay the night. Sex was his forte. Life, not so much. He was living with his parents, "working" for his parents (pay for no work) and collecting every piece of paper, tin, etc. he touched as his touch made it valuable. He refused to say "I love you." Ceci was in her secretarial job at the Community organization when the door open and the Man Mountain we shall call D2 entered. Tall, muscular, hair down to his shoulders and a ZZ Topp beard, all dressed in denim, D2's eyes met Ceci's and the room cracked with chemistry. Did we mention the wedding ring? Or the kids? Ceci and D2 began chatting immediately, having lunch together...he would drive her home. D2 forbade her to speak of D1. It was only a matter of time until the kissing began. Then, the secret nighttime phone calls behind wife's back. Nothing more. One day, the office closed early and he drove her home, four hours before he was due home. They looked at each other. Talk about "I would not love thee half so much dear, loved I not honor more." Neither could hurt a woman or children, so he turned away and drove off. Ceci was shattered and numb, vulnerable to D1 as...something...anything. She became lost in daydreams and stayed there for twenty years, not even noticing who or what was happening to her. It was a recipe...for the modern female experience.