Raw.

Raw. Raw. Raw. Raw. Raw.

Real. Real. Real. Real. Real.

It feels so raw, but I refuse to hold back and not keep it real.

Shane and I started counseling again for the third time in our almost nine years of marriage.

There is a woman... well girl actually... into whose face I want to scream "Home wrecker". ...Although I know it isn't her fault.

I am not innocent either. Three years ago my own actions brought us into counseling, and Shane perhaps felt the same urge that I do.

I love him so completely. He is everything I want. I can't live without him.

But can I live with him?