My Therapist's Referral Was His Brother
She said I needed a specialist for intimacy issues. The specialist had her last name and the same eyes.
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Mood
Guilty Pleasure
The things you enjoy but would never admit.
Stories
26 foundI Pretended to Be Asleep When He Came Home Early
The sheets still smelled like him—not my husband. Footsteps on the stairs. I closed my eyes and practiced breathing like a woman with nothing to hide.
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My Husband's Best Man Knew Before I Did
The wedding was perfect. The toast was not. After midnight in the hotel hallway, Daniel said what everyone saw and what I had been refusing to admit for a...
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The House Sitter Found Our Wine Glasses in the Bedroom
We were supposed to be in Aspen. The sitter was eighteen and thorough. Two glasses by the wrong bed. A note on the counter that said only: "I restocked the...
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What Happened in Aspen After the Ski Lift Broke Down
It was supposed to be a work trip with my husband's clients. Then the lift stalled, the temperature dropped, and the man in the parka beside me was not my...
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The Babysitter Was Twenty-Two
Date night every Saturday. Emma watched the kids. When my wife started traveling for work, Saturday became a word with two meanings.
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The Text Thread I Refuse to Delete
It started with a wrong number. Six months later, I have a husband, a ring, and a saved chat that knows me better than anyone who shares my last name.
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Therapist Said We Should Not
Eighteen months of sessions. He helped me name my patterns. When I terminated, he shook my hand and said, "Call if you struggle." I called at midnight.
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He Said He Was Working Late
I was the one working late—for real. The affair started because I was tired of being the good husband in a marriage where desire had been postponed indefin...
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I Watched Them Through the Balcony Gap
The couple in 6C left their curtains open. I told myself I would look away. I looked for forty-seven nights and learned their rhythm better than my own.
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Confessions
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Confession
Anonymous
I Write Stories About People I Know
This site is not fiction for me. I change names. I change cities. The bones are real and nobody has recognized themselves yet.
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Confession
Anonymous
I Reacted to My Ex's Post With a Fire Emoji
He posted a gym selfie at 11 p.m. My finger did it before my brain. His girlfriend replied with a skull emoji. I have not slept.
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Confession
Anonymous
I Only Married Him for Stability
He is kind. He is faithful. He is not the one who makes me forget to breathe. I said yes anyway because rent in this city is violence.
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Confession
Anonymous
I Let My Best Friend's Husband Drive Me Home
Wine dinner. She went to bed early. He offered a ride. We sat in the driveway twenty minutes and I wanted to be the villain of my own story.
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Confession
Anonymous
We Have a Don't Ask Don't Tell Rule
Open in practice, closed in conversation. He has his nights. I have mine. The rule is we never describe the room we leave.
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Confession
Anonymous
I Told My Wife I Was Asexual
It was a lie to cover low desire caused by an affair I had ended. She believed me. She stopped initiating. I miss her touch and deserve the silence.
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