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Four years back, Marcia DeSanctis thought she couldnвЂ™t live without another, more youthful guy, until her husband proved her incorrect. An account of marital survival. . . .
Sixteen years into my wedding, we dropped for the next guy.
For months, I happened to be in crisis, splintering from the heart that shattered in sluggish movement. We barely functioned being a mother and resident or, essential, spouse. Therefore I looked to the person that is only knew whom adored me personally enough to give a damn and ended up being man adequate to forgive me personally: my better half. Continue reading “One Female’s Tale of Marital Survival After Falling For The Next Guy”