Another trip. Makes me a little anxious because the prostitutes often happened around the 20th of the month, and often when I was away (although more frequently it began to happen during the middle of the day when husband was supposed to be at work.)
We made love last night and it was tender and passionate and loving. And we talked. And held each other. There is healing going on. But I'm still wary. Naturally.
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