At 60, I just wanted one hot, passionate night with a younger man… but when he bit my neck, I passed out. When I opened my eyes in the hospital, my husband was already sitting beside me, staring at the dark marks on my neck

Robert didn’t rush to comfort me.

He didn’t say it was okay.

He didn’t tell me to forget about it.

 

And somehow, I was grateful for that.

He simply said,

“Yes.”

That one word hurt.

Because it was true.

“Do you think you could ever forgive me?”

Robert looked at me for a long time.

“I don’t know.”

I nodded slowly.

That was an honest answer too.

Then he stood up.

For one terrible second, I thought he was leaving.

Instead, he reached for my blanket, gently pulled it higher over my shoulders, and sat back down.

“I’m not leaving tonight. You’re in the  hospital.”