A relationship with a mistress is a labyrinth of emotional pitfalls. Your heart can surge in a moment, only to be mutilated in the next.
She can vex you again, and again, until there is little heart left.
In the wake of her loss, you selfishly lean on your spouse; who can do no more than shake his head. You beg him to pick up the pieces your mistress left strewn about. But of course your spouse won’t help; he has no compassion for you. You asked for this. You returned to her. This is your choice.
But it is not a choice. It is a bond forged before even your first breath. You stood before God and vowed to stay with your spouse until death. But the vow you made to your mistress was made in silence – carved, not signed.
Her grip on you can be as icy as it is intoxicating.
