Did Anti-Depressants Ease My Adulterous Guilt?
My ADHD treatment made cheating easier.
After a steamy night out with my affair partner, sliding into bed at home is as easy as putting on a pair of socks. Sometimes I’ll shower at the hotel.
More often than not though, my boyfriend will still be dripping into my panties as I crawl under the covers, and drift off to sleep beside my husband.
I imagine this will only excite half my readers. While the other half will be revolted at how much of a heartless bitch I am.
They’ll wonder —
How could she climb into the bed where her children were conceived and sleep comfortably beside her husband, having just been in the arms of another man?
That’s a good question, but to answer it, we’ll have to backtrack a little.
My life before.
Before I started taking anti-depressants, my life with ADHD felt like I wore a thin, cold, wet, wool shirt next to my skin — all the time.
A shirt I couldn’t remove, that itched and rubbed me raw. Most of the time, I could barely manage to live with it, and it took an extraordinarily good mood to forget it was there.
