I never go shopping alone. It’s become a tradition for me to always bring my friends along. There’s something about the experience that’s just better when shared. The chatter, the laughter, the shared opinions about which outfit looks best or which color pops. I never have to make decisions by myself; there’s always someone there to give me their thoughts, to help me find the perfect pair of shoes or the most flattering dress. We wander through the racks, sometimes aimlessly, just enjoying the company.

Once we’ve had our fill of shopping, we always head to a cafe to unwind. We settle in with coffee, a little cake, and dive into endless conversation. It’s like a mini celebration each time—no stress, just pure enjoyment. We talk about everything, from the trivial to the deeply personal, and laugh until our stomachs hurt. Those moments make me feel connected, remind me of the bond we share and how important it is to have fun in life.

But sometimes, when the day’s not over yet, and if the stars align, there’s a different kind of adventure. If there’s time, and if my husband isn’t expecting me yet, we’ll take it a step further. We slip away to a hotel for a quiet moment, just us—no commitments, no expectations, just a little escape from the world. It’s not about anything complicated, it’s just a chance to pause, to experience something carefree and spontaneous.

It’s not about running away from my marriage—it’s about reclaiming a piece of myself, the joy of spending time with friends, and occasionally, indulging in something that feels a little secret, a little thrilling. I’ve always believed that you can be loyal and still make space for the little moments that make life more exciting.