Marriage has been going downhill

for the past several months.

He stopped caring.

I tried, I really did.

I asked him to go on dates, to spend more time together.

But it's like he already settled

into this comfortable distance.

And every time I brought it up, he just shrugged it off.

That's when I noticed him.

Ethan, my stepson.

He would be outside working out and I don't know,

I just couldn't help myself.

He's just so young and full of life.

I just wanted to have a little taste

of what that could be like.

And so I caved and I started to flirt with him

and one thing led to another and I just couldn't stop.

I wanted more.

At first it was just fun and games,

but then I did notice that my feelings were starting to grow.

With Ethan, I felt seen.

I felt like someone cared.

And that feeling, it was just intoxicating.

It went on for longer than I would care to admit.

I have been craving this level of passion for years,

but I knew I couldn't keep doing this.

We kept getting more and more adventurous.

It only showed me how little my husband

actually paid attention to me.

He made me feel like a horny teenager all over again.

But deep down, I know that this fair has to come to an end.

And we cannot keep doing this.

You guys at home, right?

Yeah.

Why?

It's the last time.

Last time, why?

I don't know.

I guess.

I guess I'll just make it count.

Yeah, we can count.

It's the last time, really.

Oh, man.

It tastes so good, though.

Oh, fuck.

I'm gonna clean this and I'm gonna swallow it.

You need to put me on an IV.

Yeah.

No.

Oh, I'm afraid of you, baby.

Oh, my God, please.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

I feel so fucking good.

Yeah, it's fucking good.

I've never done shit like this to me.

Oh, my God.

I'll stop for you, baby.

To taste your hug, baby.

No, no, come here.

Oh, my God.

I can't.

It was true.

I thought you were kidding.

Oh, shit.

I fucking knew you were like this.

I knew.

Oh, it's not what it looks like?

It's exactly what it looks like.

You, let's go.

You are never going to see me or my son again.

Let's go.

I'm not fucking around.

I thought I can control it, that I could keep the pieces

of my life from falling apart.

This is a mistake that I cannot do.

I can never take back.