...Tonight, everything seemed right, as my husband and I lay together in our bed, wrapped in each other's arms. It was a quiet, gentle kind of loving, slow and sleepy... reassuring... predictable... until...
"Wow," he said. And his eyes popped open, and he looked at me with such surprise. "Where'd you learn how to do that? " He laughed and gave me a hug. "Did you find a good book at the library?"
I gave a little laugh and a final hug before turning over, but my heart was racing. I breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't ask any more questions...

I hate what I have become. I hate that every part of my life has become stained and torn. I hate that things will never be the same again. I hate it all...
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