I’m fucked.
The life I have lived for the past ten years is built solely on lies and secrets.
But I can’t help myself.
I’m in love with two different men. And one of them is my brother-in-law.
He’s my drug. My fire. My addiction.
But he’s married to my best friend. And I’m married to my husband.
I’m not ashamed. I have no guilt.
None.
I’m not fucked. I’m a fucked up person.
This is the story of how I ruined my life.
And the life of the one I loved most.
