Confession of an Old Habit

I've been trying to be honest with myself since my divorce. It's not easy looking at the choices I made over these past few years, especially when they were more about finding some comfort than true connection. There was this guy, we'll call him Mark, who lived across town and whom I occasionally met up with in a small hotel room. We'd go there once every couple of months or so, nothing serious but definitely not innocent. It's hard to talk about it now that everything is over, because even thinking back on those times makes me feel like I'm betraying my kids and the idea of what marriage should be. But if there's one thing I learned from all this, it’s that honesty with oneself has got to start somewhere.