I Promise We’ll Do It Again
My husband and I were… about to “have some fun.” But… then everything changed. Everything went… TERRIBLY WRONG.
Or… right??
He left – my husband left! Probably part of the game, must’ve been, leaving me, hands bound, in the bedroom. Vulnerable but turned on. Anxious but excited. And then…
I thought it was my husband but… MY STEPSON WALKED IN. The look on his face. To see his mother that way, in such a predicament. Dressed in such a way. And there wasn’t a thing I could do.
Nor could I the entire time that… Well, I’ll never know if things might have been different, if I could have somehow prevented it, said something differently, changed directions. But, that was the moment that everything changed.
The relationship between my stepson and I will never be the same again.
