Brandie

Confessions of a Teenage House Wife
2011-01-26 02:08:11 (UTC)

Excitement.

I need excitement. I need it. I have to have it.


My life is so perfectly ordered righ tnow. Not to say that it's bad.
I mean, omg, who am I to complain? But damn. I need something. I
need something to change.

And I think I mean in the romantical sense.

My husband works at home, something I've always been grateful for. A
little help with our child, I get to see him all the time, we get to
spend forever together. But the thing is, I don't get to look forward
to him coming home. I don't get to look forward to going out to eat
with him, or to the movies, or for anything,b ecause we're always
together anyway, it's no change.

I almost had an affair.

It started out prettys imple. I went on craigslist, to the 'strictly
platonic' section. I like to check it, see if there's mothers planning
play dates. Then I saw this add posted by a married guy. He wanted to
get together and sleep with a married woman. He said he needed
excitement.

I actually replied to him. I set up a time to meet with him. I got
up, formulated lies to my husband, got dressed, got pretty, I even
bought new panties.

I couldn't do it, though. I'm all about open sex, but I couldn't
actually have an *affair*. I couldn't go meet a guy behind my
husband's back no matter how much it sounded exciting.


Here's the thing though. I need something.


I need a hobby.

I need something for *me* time. Not playdates for my kid, not dinners
with my husband, just something for me.


Is that selfish?


I don't care.




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