His tongue felt like a heavy, wet slug in my mouth. I used to love his kiss: his hard, insistent, passionate kiss. But in the darkness of his master bedroom, so very late that night, I was disinterested in fucking. I kept turning my head away so he couldn’t put that […]
I was the one who held his tie out of the stream of vomit as he bent over a parking lot trash can, so upset was he at the realization that his 38 years of marriage were coming to an end. I was the one who lent him dishes, lamps, […]
I read somewhere it’s Mental Health Awareness Month, and maybe I should have my head examined. I’m spending Memorial Day weekend near Three Oaks, Michigan, where B. makes his home. Spending the long holiday weekend with my husband in the land of my ex-lover. We’ve rented a beautiful cottage less than a […]
Yes! Thank you very much, B., for my current happiness! Had we not irrevocably split last autumn, I’d still be stuck in the mire of your bullshit of lies.
It’s July 2005. We’re in a room at the Renaissance Hotel, splayed naked next to each other after another good, sweaty romp. B. reaches across my body and grabs his small metal pot pipe from the nightstand and begins to toke up. He was (still is) a heavy weed user. […]
It started, as many affairs do, at work, way back in 1987. Interestingly, it was his boss I was trying to reel in: a quick-witted, erudite, sharp minded, well-respected, kinda-on-the-nerdy-side guy. Just my type! But despite all attempts, Mr. Boss Man professed love and allegiance to his wife, and even a kiss […]
I call the “Sunday Styles” section of the New York Times the “Women’s Sports Section.” I love reading about the weddings and believe I could turn tales of my affair with B. into one of its “Modern Love” essays. But the above clip appeared in the “Social Q’s” column on […]