At 60, I just wanted one hot, passionate night with a younger man… but when he bit my neck, I passed out. When I opened my eyes in the hospital, my husband was already sitting beside me, staring at the dark marks on my neck

hide anything anymore.

 

So I told him.

I told him about the lingerie.

About the candles.

About all those nights when I tried to get close to him and felt him pull away.

“I felt disgusting, Robert,” I whispered. “I would look in the mirror and think you couldn’t even see me as a woman anymore.”

His expression changed.

“Oh, God, Linda…”

“I know what I did was wrong. I’m not trying to excuse it. But I wanted one night… just one night… to feel like someone still desired me.”

 

Robert lowered his head.

When he finally spoke, his voice sounded different.

“It wasn’t you.”

 

I stared at him.

“What?”

“It wasn’t your body. It wasn’t your age. And it certainly wasn’t because I stopped wanting you.”

I couldn’t understand.

Robert placed his hands on his knees.

“Two years ago, my doctor told me I