One Night, and Everything Changed: Cheating.

I never imagined I’d be the kind of woman who cheats. I used to judge people who did, thinking, “If you’re that unhappy, just leave.” Funny how life has a way of humbling you.
It all began with a fight a silly one, about dinner. But it wasn’t really about food. It was about all the silent frustrations that had been building up between me and Aaron. The growing distance, the quiet resentment, the way we had slowly become more like roommates than partners.
So when I went out with friends that Friday, I wasn’t looking for anything but I didn’t shut the door when something found me.

One drink turned into two. A kiss led to a car ride. And suddenly, I was crossing a line I had always sworn I never would. I got home at 3 a.m., still wearing his cologne on my skin. I sat on the bathroom tub, numb, wishing I could scrub everything off but I get to masturbate the scent, the guilt, the truth of what I’d done.