subject line:: I knew I was wrong.


birmingham, alabama

I married a great guy. The wrong guy, but a great guy. A guy who plays by the rules and doesn’t really take risks. A guy you can could on to always do the right thing. It’s good, but so very boring. The guy I am in love with is a wild and adventurous guy who I just can’t get enough of. I cry every night while me and my husband and sleeping in different rooms because I chose the wrong guy, for the sake of not wanting to hurt my husbands feelings, and I live a life that I secretly hate.