I’ve always had ‘companions’ on the side…

My first was back in eighty-five. I was married–a new mother at that. Ironically, my husband introduced us. It was raw, intoxicating, overwhelming. We shared stolen moments; stolen thoughts. I saw color in a world that had been black and white. It wasn’t the reason my marriage fell apart, but it certainly contributed. In ninety-two, newly Read More …

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