I feel like a psychopath even confessing to that awful thought but I am so trapped and lonely in my marriage with a man who’s nearly 30 years older than I am.
We had been going through the motions for five years before that, and although we still share the same bed we are like two strangers, not even sharing so much as a hug.
Glancing over at my 81-year-old husband John fast asleep on the sofa, TV remote still in hand, I sigh quietly and roll my eyes before settling down for a night of sexting my four younger lovers.
Two years ago John had an attack of angina, initially thought to be a heart attack.
Initially John, a former lawyer, swept me off my feet when we first met at a party over two decades ago.
