I was an awful lair. I was awful at keeping secrets especially from someone who was my wife. Small secrets I could do, like not telling her what I got her for her birthday. But big secrets like being very attracted to her niece, that I couldn't keep. I did things with my wife's niece. Unspeakable things that I shouldn't have done. I couldn't imagine if I'd actually slept with Eleanor. I probably would have ran downstairs and told my wife with the smell of s*x still on my skin. I couldn't help it. I had a big mouth.
Guilt effects me a lot. It keeps me up at night. Hence why it looks like I've been punched in both eyes because the bags around them were so dark. I didn't eat so when my wife asked why I was moving my food around my plate with my fork, I almost broke down and told her everythi
