At 60, I just wanted one hot, passionate night with a younger man… but when he bit my neck, I passed out. When I opened my eyes in the hospital, my husband was already sitting beside me, staring at the dark marks on my neck

“Robert…”

My voice barely came out.

He walked toward the bed and sat in the chair beside me.

I waited for him to shout.

I waited for him to demand the man’s name.

I waited for him to tell me that our marriage was over.

Instead, he sat there in silence.

Finally, he said,

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

Tears immediately filled my eyes.

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

For the first time, Robert looked directly at me.

“You really believed that?”

I didn’t have the strength to hide anything anymore.

So I told him.

I told him about the lingerie.

About the candles.

About all those nights when I tried to get close to him and felt him pull away.

“I felt disgusting, Robert,” I whispered. “I would look in the mirror and think you couldn’t even see me as a woman anymore.”