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The “Splendour” Redux
On re-entering the sensual realm
What though the radiance which was once so bright…
I’ve made many mistakes in my life, but nothing as troubling, or confusing to me as the connection I forged with a man outside of my marriage.
“Troubling,” because it took six years for me to realize that I’d been strung along like a dumb kid in the midst of her first crush. I’d made the mistake of trusting an individual I’d met on a site geared toward married/committed people who, for various reasons, are looking for some “strange.”
But, please. It’s not the way you think.
I found this site via a psychologist I’d been seeing to help me deal with the changes that had ensued in my marriage. Changes that affected the physical intimacy my husband and I had once enjoyed.
You might think that to be an odd approach from a counselor, toward helping me “understand my feelings” and you’d be correct. That’s why I didn’t immediately follow her advice to log on and “just look around” because I’d always taken a hard-line approach to anything that remotely smacked of cheating, but I was fascinated, nonetheless.
During that period, I’d long had the idea to write a screenplay called Cheat, a contemporary take on the Diane Keaton film, Looking for Mr. Goodbar. My…
