Not when it's easy, but when it's damn near impossible.

Your husband loves you, right? And what makes you worthy of his love? Is it because your respective infidelities cancel each other out? Maybe he knows who you really are not your body in bed or your mind at work, but the secret you, the person you don't want anyone to see, much less acknowledge yourself, a woman who is fucked up, and he loves you anyway. Isn't that true love? Someone who'll kiss your bruises the same way he kisses your lips, who's on your side, not when it's easy, but when it's damn near impossible, when you yourself don't think you deserve it? 

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