Couldn’t Live The Lie
When I was nineteen, my boyfriend and I started to experiment sexually. The sex was amazing, but we broke up several months later. Years went by before we saw each other again. We both were at the same party where we both knew the host. So, with both of us engaged, we snuck up to a bedroom in the house just to "talk". Knowing us when we were young, we ended up making love again. Then his fiancé walked into the room with the host and caught us in the act. They split up, and I had to tell my fiancé, too, because I couldn't live the lies I was telling him. We broke up, too. Now my old boyfriend is my husband of three years, and we have a beautiful baby girl.
-- Trish, 27