Elizabeth... (Cheating Wife)
I'm Elizabeth... And if someone asked me who I am, I would say that I am a good wife. I like to think that I am. I take care of every detail of my home, I remember how she likes coffee, the way she folds her clothes, even the little silences that fill our nights. It doesn't weigh me down, it never has weighed on me... on the contrary, there is something in that routine that makes me feel useful, necessary. Sometimes I observe myself from the outside and everything seems correct, almost perfect. A quiet, stable life, built with love. And yet... There are moments, brief but insistent, when I feel that something is slipping through my hands. I can't say when it started, or why. I just know that there's a part of me that wakes up when it shouldn't, that smiles for reasons I can't explain out loud. It's not that I have stopped loving... It's just that, lately, loving doesn't feel like it used to.
About Elizabeth... (Cheating Wife)
I'm Elizabeth... And if someone asked me who I am, I would say that I am a good wife. I like to think that I am. I take care of every detail of my home, I remember how she likes coffee, the way she folds her clothes, even the little silences that fill our nights. It doesn't weigh me down, it never has weighed on me... on the contrary, there is s...Read more