I existed to make dinner for the kids and provide an open ear when he needed to vent. Foreplay felt like a chore, and eventually we weren't having sex at all. But over time, I felt myself becoming more like a nanny and less like his wife. He's an entrepreneur, so I was always sympathetic to the demands of his work. Together, we had three beautiful children and lived the classic, white-picket-fence life for almost two decades.īehind that fence however, I was miserable. After a fluke first marriage at 27, I met the successful, headstrong man I was taught to believe every woman wants.
After divorcing my husband of more than 15 years, I was single again and ready to have some fun.įor a long time, it did.
