Dogger

But then, I met a girl. I was finally privy to the cliche mystery of life. This girl liked me. She thought I was attractive. She liked what I had to say. We would lay in bed together all night making love, talking, holding on to each other like our lives depended on it.

From the moment we got back together, my wife was different. Distant, cold, angry.

Needless to say, I was more than a little put off. I was confused because I felt like she had suddenly become a completely different person than who I'd fallen in love with. Like the flipping of a light switch she had changed. Suddenly, whenever we would talk, it wouldn't be about how perfect we were together, it would be about how she wasn't sure she was attracted to me, wasn't sure she was heterosexual, wasn't sure she could ever be happy unless she was able to flirt/fuck whoever she "felt a spiritual connection with".

But I didn't want to acknowledge that something was wrong. Why, you ask? Because once again I had nowhere else to go. I didn't