My Secret After-Hours Clinic

I've always prided myself on my ability to compartmentalize work from personal life, but sometimes the lines blur more than I'd like. My wife and I have been married for ten years, yet there are nights when I find myself at a local adult bookstore, seeking solace in the kind of pleasure we no longer share. It started as an innocent detour home, catching glimpses of couples through tinted windows, but it spiraled into something more deliberate, driven by my need to escape the monotony and loneliness that marriage has become for me. Each visit leaves me conflicted, I feel guilty, yet oddly liberated, and I worry about what this says about our relationship and where we're headed.