I have a black lace push-up bra left over from my days as a mistress. I was in my early 30s then, and fed up with relationships, fed up with falling for men who, the moment they noticed that I was sweet on them, would ask me to please stop liking them so much because it was making them feel claustrophobic.
My husband and I were happily married with children as I thought. Both in the military, I noticed a change in him. The way he was treating me was different very distant. We hardly had sex anymore then out of no where we just stopped. I figured it might be stress, so one day I’m doing laundry and I find a