My Self-Destructive Behavior.
I am happily married. My husband is strong, funny, hard-working, affectionate, smart, very handsome...everything a woman could want. And he loves me. Really really loves me.
Yesterday, I spent most of the day locked in a dark hotel room with a man who is not my husband. I'm not really sure why. Did I enjoy the s**? Absolutely. Was it worth feeling like I feel now? No. Not at all.
I have a large hickey on my neck. He came on my stomach three times and I still haven't showered. We held hands on the drive back to town. He told me he's in love with me. I said it back. It's not true.
Oh, and he has a wife and three kids.
I should be put down.