I had sex with my husband.

I bought him a jacket for his birthday in May.

I looked at that man across a table four hundred times in four months, knowing what I knew, and I did not say one word.

I am not proud of it and I am not ashamed of it and I have stopped trying to decide which it should be.

Dr.

Adisa, who I started seeing in the September, said something in about our fourth session that is the closest I have got.