Lately, I’ve been feeling like something is missing in my marriage. My husband, Mark, and I have been together for over a decade, but the spark seems to be fading. He’s been so absorbed in his work that he hardly notices me anymore. I find myself wondering if I’m still attractive, if I’m still desirable.
One evening, I found myself scrolling through old photos, remembering the days when I felt confident and beautiful. That’s when I decided to do something about it. I dressed up, put on my favorite dress, and went out for a night on the town. At the bar, I met someone who made me feel alive again, who looked at me like I was the only person in the room.
It wasn’t about betraying Mark, but about rediscovering a part of myself that had been buried under years of routine and neglect. I needed to know that I was still worth something, that I could still turn heads and feel desired.
