I BATTLE a clarity I wish had never come.
Voices tear at me. Pointing fingers. Angry scowls. Conflicting ideals. A million different ropes tug me in a million directions.
If I was alone on this path, it would be easier to swallow. My hands would brush against my own faults and I'd accept them without a fight.
But that's not the case.
When I turn my head to the left and the right, I see thousands of faces. Familiar faces. Men in positions of power. Men in churches. Men in clubs. Men of all colors and nationalities.
Everyone steps out on their wife. Everyone.
I'm not unique.
Hell, I'm not even the worse.
Beautiful things happen outside of a marriage too. Genuine connections. Friendships that turn into more. It's not always calculated, even if the line forces society to define it in black and white.
I'm no different than any other man. It's just sex.
Different.
Meaningless.
