I Am Your Husband’s Mistress
One woman’s story of adultery.
I’m the woman who slept with your husband.
You lost any interest you had in him.
You told him you could only tolerate having sex with him when you were drunk. You got pregnant, hoping to “save” your marriage. It didn’t fix your problems, of course.
“You can’t break up our family!”
“You’d never see your little girl!”
You just keep him guilty enough not to leave.
When your husband started bettering himself, you never noticed. He went to the gym religiously. You never complimented him on his hard, sexy body. You pushed him away again and again.
You gave him the least amount of attention you could. You were never affectionate. You’d turn your head if he came in for a kiss. You’d give him a push away if he reached for your body in bed. You’d prop pillows up between you to thwart his advances. You sighed in exasperation at his desires.
I know you don’t do oral. I also know you don’t caress him or comfort him. You don’t enjoy his hands or mouth on you. Sex wasn’t important to you. And you’d criticize his needs.
“Is all you think about is sex?”
