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Today I was both the cheating wife and the cheating husband. I had long brown hair that I carefully pulled to either side of my face, smoothing it down. I met the tennis player and his boyfriend. I slept with his boyfriend for years and years. When I was the husband I went to Mexico for one week a year, losing my shoes each time. I went to love Mrs. _____, and I did until she died. Then I wanted my wife back, so we could enjoy our brick walls and the barbeque on our front steps. It had to be just me and my wife. An entire marriage of cheating, but can we get back into the same bed, instead of me sleeping on a cot? And my books are on the floor and we have no furniture because neither one of us cared. We just cared about lies and fucking.