Cottaging, of a different kind

Back in the summer of 06, as we took our annual "cottage vacation" to some unknown rented cottage in great white north, well, northern Ontario...
We went to a place called "The Silver Birches" -
I at this point, knew our relationship was on skid row - heading there fast. I didn't even want to go at the time of departure. At this point I started to chat to people, to experience life vicariously through others and I knew what to expect and not to expect up north so I went up haphazardly. I made the most of my time away from the big city. I tried to enjoy the peacefulness that was "Silver Birches".
One afternoon, a boater came up to our dock as we fished, suntanned, drank....
He was obviously aware that we were queer. I think he took a liking to chatting to "other guys" while his family was at the beach, across from where our cottage sat. The chit chat that was struck up caused my guard to go up - I know a sleaze ball when I see one, from experience. This "boater" was a sleazeball. Funny that Rob carried on a conversation with him...after he left the first time. I told Rob that he more than likely wanted to get off with one of us if not both of us, which isn't my scene. You could tell by his body language and words that were spoken. Rob and I discussed this and Rob didn't believe what I had to say, which was fine by me and not surprising, all part of "the act".
The boater came back again and it was more obvious what he wanted, yet Rob was ignorant to this, or more than likely hoped I would stay up in the cabin... this itself repulsed me.
Having gone to the cottage for the last 6, 7 years, it was to celebrate our anniversary, which ironically was, Aug. 13th, he asked me on a Friday, back in 93.
Anyways the things I didn't expect were sex and an erotic time out in the wilderness.
Our friends were coming up on the Thursday of that weekend and taking over the cottage the following week. That Thursday I lay lifeless on the sofa watching Golden Girl DVDs to quell my frustration and boredom - we eventually went into the bedroom, for what must have been the lamest shag I ever experienced - As I left the bedroom this time, I uttered - "I could have done that myself" and left - He was insulted and none impressed but I didn't care as I was done -
The next 2 days couldn't end fast enough and then I realised, this was the biggest waste of a thousand dollars, the rental fee.
That was our last cottage adventure as a couple.