My husband had finally forgiven me for a host of sins in our fifth year of marriage, so I decided it was an ideal time to try to destroy what we had between us once again. I didn’t set out to do that, but my impulsiveness and sense of adventure got the better of me. I don’t blame myself, naturally. I never do. The people who bear that guilt are the people who egged me on.
3 Blondes, 3 Men, 1 Boat, Hedonism & Me