Last week, I died.
While my children slept, wrapped in fluffy, soft dreams of cotton candy innocence, I invited a man into my home. A man who wasn’t my husband. Leery at first to take the risk, I had asked him not to come over several times, but finally acquiesced, expecting nothing more than some polite companionship on a lonely evening. My
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