Why I’m No Longer The Woman My Husband Married

But 30 years on, we’re still in love.

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And here we are, 30 years later…

I’m not the same woman my husband married 30 years ago.

I’ve have been many women since then; A newlywed who delighted in a spice rack at her wedding shower, a kindergarten teacher whose tools of the trade were songs, crayons and picture books, a journalist, published author, top blogger, ghost writer.

Behind closed doors, I’ve been sexually satisfied and terribly frustrated.

Behind closed doors, I’ve been terribly frustrated and also sexually satisfied. I’ve been a submissive, a dominatrix — both master and slave. I’ve known what it is to be the object of desire, the seductress and siren —and what it is to be dumped on my ass.

I was a virgin bride that turned into some kind of pleasure revolutionary.

I was a virgin bride that turned into some kind of pleasure revolutionary. I’ve gone from “Straight” to “Something Else” and back again. I’m not the virgin bride who believed in monogamy.

You’re not who you were yesterday and you’re never who you are tomorrow.

But you’re not who you were yesterday and you’re never who you are tomorrow. Not if you look closely. Not if you are willing to be honest.

Fearless Sexuality Educator, Writer & Advocate for a woman’s relationship with her whole self. Sensuality Retreats Around the World.Learn more backtothebody.org

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