I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT: HUMILIATED WIVES

Contains adult situations

Explain it.

How could I explain it to anyone else when I cannot explain to myself? I spent the first twenty-five years of my life studying to be a doctor, and then doing an internship in one of the finest hospitals in Virginia. I ended up in the small town of Landrum as a pediatrician. I met and married another doctor and Bob and I shared an office and a receptionist on Main Street. The only way to describe us would be nerds. Bob was tall, slender, with shaggy dark hair and blue eyes. I was tall, slender, with blond hair and green eyes. We both wore glasses although I was considering laser surgery. We were both studious.

Neither of had ever been drinkers, and the night it happened, we both had a lot to drink. Bob passed out on the sofa and I ended up in the kitchen with a childhood friend of Bob’s, drinking more booze and talking. How did I end up in his lap? I don’t know. It just happened. I let it happen. Just like I let him push me face down on the kitchen table. It was an awkward positon but somehow we managed.

Afterwards, I was sick and ashamed.

The problem is, I cannot stop thinking about it.