A Familiar Stranger

by A.R. Torre

I just want to start off by saying that love wasn’t what caused all this. The murder, the double life, the lies . . . None of it was triggered from a lack of me loving my husband. It was from a lack of him loving me back.

I almost envied the reckless disregard she had for other people’s impressions. She wanted something, she took it. She found something entertaining, she did it. She disliked someone, or something they did, she let her opinion be known.

According to my new book, affairs were often more than just carnal need. They were about receiving attention or fighting insecurity.