Carol Anne Riddell and John Partilla met in 2006 in a pre-kindergarten classroom. They both had children attending the same Upper West Side school. They also both had spouses.
Part Brady Bunch and part The Scarlet Letter, their story has played out as fodder for neighborhood gossip. But from their perspective, the drama was as unlikely as it was unstoppable.
Ms. Riddell was a reporter and anchor on WNBC television in New York and a mother of two. A glamorous, petite woman with a strong handshake and stronger opinions, she is not the type to be easily dazzled, yet she was struck by Mr. Partillas exuberance.
He bounds into a room, said Ms. Riddell, who was 40 when they met. He doesnt walk in, he explodes in.
Mr. Partilla, then a 42-year-old triathlete and a president of media sales at Time Warner, recognized a kindred dynamo. Shes such a force, he said. She rocks back and forth on her feet as if she cant contain her energy as shes talking to you.
The connection was immediate, but platonic. In fact, as they became friends so did their spouses. There were dinners, Christmas parties and even family vacations together.
So Ms. Riddell was surprised to find herself eagerly looking for Mr. Partilla at school events and missing him when he wasnt there. I didnt admit to anyone how I felt, she said. To even think about it was disruptive and disloyal.
What she didnt know was that he was experiencing similar emotions. First I tried to deny it, Mr. Partilla said. Then I tried to ignore it.
But it was hard to ignore their easy rapport. They got each others jokes and finished each others sentences. They shared a similar rhythm in the way they talked and moved. The very things one hopes to find in another person, but not when youre married to someone else.
Ms. Riddell said she remembered crying in the shower, asking: Why am I being punished? Why did someone throw him in my path when I cant have him?
In May 2008, Mr. Partilla invited her for a drink at OConnells, a neighborhood bar. She said she knew something was up, because they had never met on their own before.
Ive fallen in love with you, he recalled saying to her. She jumped up, knocking a glass of beer into his lap, and rushed out of the bar. Five minutes later, he said, she returned and told him, I feel exactly the same way. Then she left again.
As Mr. Partilla saw it, their options were either to act on their feelings and break up their marriages or to deny their feelings and live dishonestly. Pain or more pain, was how he summarized it.
The part thats hard for people to believe is we didnt have an affair, Ms. Riddell said. I didnt want to sneak around and sleep with him on the side. I wanted to get up in the morning and read the paper with him.
With that goal in mind, they told their spouses. I did a terrible thing as honorably as I could, said Mr. Partilla, who moved out of his home, reluctantly leaving his three children. But he returned only days later. Then he boomeranged back and forth for six months.
The pain he had predicted pervaded both of their lives as they faced distraught children and devastated spouses, while the grapevine buzzed and neighbors ostracized them.
He said, Remind me every day that the kids will be O.K., Ms. Riddell recalled. I would say the kids are going to be great, and well spend the rest of our lives making it so.
The problem was she could not guarantee that.
All they had were their feelings, which Ms. Riddell described as unconditional and all-encompassing.
I came to realize it wasnt a punishment, it was a gift, she said. But I had to earn it. Were we brave enough to hold hands and jump?
They did jump. Both officially separated from their spouses by late 2008, though they waited until July 2009 before moving in together.
I didnt believe in the word soul mate before, but now I do, said Mr. Partilla, who is 46 and in January is to become a chief operating officer of Dentsu, a Japanese advertising agency.
They finalized their divorces this year. I will always feel terribly about the pain I caused my ex-husband, said Ms. Riddell, 44 and working freelance. It was not what I ever would have wished on him. Or on her children.
My kids are going to look at me and know that I am flawed and not perfect, but also deeply in love, she said. Were going to have a big, noisy, rich life, with more love and more people in it.
On Nov. 15, the couple were legally wed at the Marriage Bureau in New York by Blanca Martinez of the City Clerks office.
Then on Dec. 11, Ms. Riddell donned a Nicole Miller strapless gown for a small ceremony in the presidential suite of the Mandarin Oriental New York hotel. As if on cue, the hotel room phone rang as she began to recite her vows.
Mr. Partillas 10-year-old daughter answered. Were in the middle of a wedding, she informed the caller, while her younger two siblings and two soon-to-be step-siblings spun off like small planets freed from the pull of gravity.
This is life, said the bride, embracing the messiness of the moment along with her bridegroom. This is how it goes.
Part Brady Bunch and part The Scarlet Letter, their story has played out as fodder for neighborhood gossip. But from their perspective, the drama was as unlikely as it was unstoppable.
Ms. Riddell was a reporter and anchor on WNBC television in New York and a mother of two. A glamorous, petite woman with a strong handshake and stronger opinions, she is not the type to be easily dazzled, yet she was struck by Mr. Partillas exuberance.
He bounds into a room, said Ms. Riddell, who was 40 when they met. He doesnt walk in, he explodes in.
Mr. Partilla, then a 42-year-old triathlete and a president of media sales at Time Warner, recognized a kindred dynamo. Shes such a force, he said. She rocks back and forth on her feet as if she cant contain her energy as shes talking to you.
The connection was immediate, but platonic. In fact, as they became friends so did their spouses. There were dinners, Christmas parties and even family vacations together.
So Ms. Riddell was surprised to find herself eagerly looking for Mr. Partilla at school events and missing him when he wasnt there. I didnt admit to anyone how I felt, she said. To even think about it was disruptive and disloyal.
What she didnt know was that he was experiencing similar emotions. First I tried to deny it, Mr. Partilla said. Then I tried to ignore it.
But it was hard to ignore their easy rapport. They got each others jokes and finished each others sentences. They shared a similar rhythm in the way they talked and moved. The very things one hopes to find in another person, but not when youre married to someone else.
Ms. Riddell said she remembered crying in the shower, asking: Why am I being punished? Why did someone throw him in my path when I cant have him?
In May 2008, Mr. Partilla invited her for a drink at OConnells, a neighborhood bar. She said she knew something was up, because they had never met on their own before.
Ive fallen in love with you, he recalled saying to her. She jumped up, knocking a glass of beer into his lap, and rushed out of the bar. Five minutes later, he said, she returned and told him, I feel exactly the same way. Then she left again.
As Mr. Partilla saw it, their options were either to act on their feelings and break up their marriages or to deny their feelings and live dishonestly. Pain or more pain, was how he summarized it.
The part thats hard for people to believe is we didnt have an affair, Ms. Riddell said. I didnt want to sneak around and sleep with him on the side. I wanted to get up in the morning and read the paper with him.
With that goal in mind, they told their spouses. I did a terrible thing as honorably as I could, said Mr. Partilla, who moved out of his home, reluctantly leaving his three children. But he returned only days later. Then he boomeranged back and forth for six months.
The pain he had predicted pervaded both of their lives as they faced distraught children and devastated spouses, while the grapevine buzzed and neighbors ostracized them.
He said, Remind me every day that the kids will be O.K., Ms. Riddell recalled. I would say the kids are going to be great, and well spend the rest of our lives making it so.
The problem was she could not guarantee that.
All they had were their feelings, which Ms. Riddell described as unconditional and all-encompassing.
I came to realize it wasnt a punishment, it was a gift, she said. But I had to earn it. Were we brave enough to hold hands and jump?
They did jump. Both officially separated from their spouses by late 2008, though they waited until July 2009 before moving in together.
I didnt believe in the word soul mate before, but now I do, said Mr. Partilla, who is 46 and in January is to become a chief operating officer of Dentsu, a Japanese advertising agency.
They finalized their divorces this year. I will always feel terribly about the pain I caused my ex-husband, said Ms. Riddell, 44 and working freelance. It was not what I ever would have wished on him. Or on her children.
My kids are going to look at me and know that I am flawed and not perfect, but also deeply in love, she said. Were going to have a big, noisy, rich life, with more love and more people in it.
On Nov. 15, the couple were legally wed at the Marriage Bureau in New York by Blanca Martinez of the City Clerks office.
Then on Dec. 11, Ms. Riddell donned a Nicole Miller strapless gown for a small ceremony in the presidential suite of the Mandarin Oriental New York hotel. As if on cue, the hotel room phone rang as she began to recite her vows.
Mr. Partillas 10-year-old daughter answered. Were in the middle of a wedding, she informed the caller, while her younger two siblings and two soon-to-be step-siblings spun off like small planets freed from the pull of gravity.
This is life, said the bride, embracing the messiness of the moment along with her bridegroom. This is how it goes.
