Temptation Confessions Of A Marriage Counselor Better [TOP]

My own marriage is a quiet museum. We curate it well. We have dinner parties; we go on vacations; we share a bed. But we don’t touch souls anymore. We are roommates with a shared history and a mortgage. I had grown accustomed to the dull ache of emotional loneliness. I had rationalized it as the natural progression of long-term love.

Ethics 101 says: You are not her friend. But the heart doesn’t read ethics codes. temptation confessions of a marriage counselor

The story is framed as a "confession" related by a marriage counselor to a woman considering an affair. My own marriage is a quiet museum