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You open your eyes, and there he is again, a pleasant smile on his face as all the time. He looks cleanly dressed and very put-together. Maybe nothing happened? You smile back and sit up asking how it went. Again he tells you it went very well and asks how you feel.

You pause for a quick self-assessment. You try to think back and remember but am unable to conjure up any memories of the past hour. Good. That means it wasn’t you that did anything, and you can still be a faithful wife despite your deep desire to explore your sexual fantasies with others.

You feel great, though. All anxiety, all stress is gone. In fact, you almost feel a very mellow high that’s spread across your body, some places more than others.

“I feel really good actually. Thank you!”

*I’m so glad to help! Now I expect that feeling to fade over time, but over the next few days I have an assignment for you. I want you to be very intentional about identifying things that you do because you think it’s expected of you, especially things that add any level of burden to your life even if it’s small. Ask yourself if anyone has ever actually commented on you doing it by thanking you or complimenting you for doing it, or by questioning or scolding you for not doing it. Once a day for awhile, pick one of those things and just stop, even if it makes you uncomfortable. Expectations can build routine which we discover comfortable but may be damaging. So try to identify and experiment with halting some behaviors. See what happens. I want you to give yourself space to do less and begin to trim down your life to only the things you must do and the things you want to do.*

Hm that’s different. You’ll have to ponder that but you acquiesce to his request.

*Well if there’s nothing else, here are your things and please stop by the front desk to schedule another appointment.*

He hands you your purse and your sandals. You don’t remember taking off your sandals, but you put them back on, say your goodbyes, and hurry out.

On your way home, you stop in the mall parking lot. You need to pick up a couple things anyways, but you really, really want to check your phone before you go home. You go to your secret album where the pics from last time were and where you stashed your video.

Sure enough, there were more videos. Oh god here we go…

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