My confession is that or the first time in too bloody long I an happy; in the arms of a woman who is not my wife, and very much younger than I. I’m done pretending, and being stuck, and lost. I’ve been nothing but honest with her. I’m broken and sad and flawed and somehow she still wants me. The world is…vibrant again. I don’t know what I’m doing, or where this is going, but I don’t ever want it to end.