So, it's less than three weeks before Christmas. Friday night. Friends are winding down from their work week, decorating the tree with the kids, and maybe getting ready for a Christmas party. I just learned of my husband's affair. I picked up a card I found in his gym bag. I read the cover and thought, "Wow! This must be my Christmas card." But I didn't put it down, and the surprise was on me. It was from Karen. Karen? Who's Karen?
Ellie has a habit of expecting the worst of others, so when she felt that her husband was keeping things from her, it was easy for me to think that she was imagining things. It turns out that Ellie was right. After months of having been labeled as "crazy" and "paranoid" she was finally, albeit sadly, vindicated.
What if having sex with someone other than your partner isn't just a 'lifestyle' choice? What if our culture has simply indoctrinated us with beliefs around love, commitment, attraction and sex that end up emotionally terrorizing us unnecessarily at some point, or all throughout, our lives?