Confessions of the heart posted anonymously (as in no trace back) to the True Wife Confessions blog.
It reads a little like a car crash, reality TV of the blogging world. Awful yet somehow compulsive.
Every moment that I spend with you I feel a small piece of me die. Every single time you look at me with blank eyes devoid of emotion and love, every time you ignore me, everyday we go without talking, every time you refuse to show me even the smallest bit of intimacy—I die. It is a slow death.
I’m in hell. I had an amazing night of passion - an affair, if you will - with a younger man and it was incredible. I thought, no big deal - I’m not attached, this isn’t a person I’m having an emotional affair with - it was a one night, strictly physical. I decided, I’d really like to do it again.
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