I wish I could say I did the right thing, but I did not.
She was married, and even though she and her husband were having serious problems, I should have stayed away.
I was a friend, I was there, I would listen, and she — she was desperate to feel wanted.
I’d be lying if I said I’d never fantasized about her.
I was pretty young, but still, I knew better.
The first time it happened, a part of my brain pretended it wasn’t happening*. It felt like a reflex, like breathing — it’s just what your body does. She and I were there and we were doing things. Things people do.
She felt justified, because he had promised to love her, and then didn’t do it. He broke the vows; that made them void. I, on the other hand, struggled for a way to feel justified in what…
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