My sister Anne was seeing a man named Paul Paul was a confirmed bachelor, I think. He was more than 35 when began dating my sister, and had never been married and had no children.

Anne had been married and had 6 children, the "free" life was unknown to her. She smothered him with affection which he took without question, but he never gave her a reason to commit or not.

She was jealous and possessive, and gave him her all, she cooked him her best dishes and complied with any of his wishes, she did her best to be "femme fatale". His manner was quite rational, never emotional, he was always sane and cool and a bit calculating.

Anne did not know how to deal with a man like this. She began to spy on him and show up at his place unannounced, she stole a key and had a duplicate made, so she could let herself in a snoop about. (Like the primative Gabriella)

I would just say to her "Those who spy deserve to live with what they find out...sister dear" Predictably, Anne lets herself in his bachelor pad when she see a strange car out front. She slips thru the place in the dark to his bedroom...sees him on top of another woman as naked as can be.

"Paul!" she said He turns and looks at her, "Its not me, dear", he says Anne turns and runs into the bathroom. Grabs a razor blade and slashes one wrist very deep.

Paul is right behind her, takes both her wrists in one hand, removes the razor with the other, Heaves a great sigh and says, "I guess I should have kept these out of the reach of children"

By now the visitor is gone, Paul is fully dressed himself and wrapping Anne's wound with a towel. Takes her to the hospital, makes up a story about his piano being restrung and her cutting her self accidently....to avoid the psychiatric.. They are still friends. Both are still single.