A lame confession.

I married the love of my life. I married the only man I can trust. The only person my soul will ever want. I know that with every part of my being.

I used to be a very sexual person. I used to have lots of boyfriends at once. Have unattached wild sex. My confession is that I am a little sad knowing that I am incapable of anything but fidelity. That the wild me i used to be is long gone, a symbol of my youth long since exterminated, and here I am. A loyal woman, a woman with one man for the rest of her life, feeling both comforted and terrified by that prospect.