My wife is paralyzed, so I haven’t been inti:mate with her for four months. Out of deep frustration, I left her alone for ten days to go on a date with the younger sister of my colleague. And then… the unexpected happened.

My wife was paralyzed, and we hadn’t been intimate for four months. That was the sentence I kept repeating in my head, as if saying it often enough could turn it into an excuse instead of what it really was—a confession. People think betrayal begins in a hotel room or in the backseat of a car, but it doesn’t. It begins in the small, rotting places continue reading …