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Hi I’m Alex and I CHEATED on my WIFE
Not once, not twice. I don’t know how many times. I can’t remember. I can remember all of the women I slept with, each and every one of them, but I can’t count them and I can’t count all of … Continue reading
Retirement
I’ve been trying to retire, but my needy patients won’t let me. I’ve passed them on to other doctors, told them I can’t see them anymore, that I was going away to a far off island. And they just keep … Continue reading
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My Wife
I met my wife in college. I was studying music and she was studying to be a teacher. I always wanted to become a Dr., but I took a detour at a local college because they gave me a scholarship. … Continue reading
Shawnie Lake
I took Stephanie to Shawnie Lake. It was really the only place within driving distance from campus that was any fun. And it was only fun because it was off campus and we could drink and swim there. She didn’t … Continue reading
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The Patients
I’ve lost patience with most of them. I’ve lost patience with women. They come to me over-competent, sexy, and broken. They are ready to kill and to cry. They come to me cringing to keep themselves together, all bottled up … Continue reading
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That TIme Was the First Time
The day after I cheated on my wife for the first time, I sat alone in my Barcelona hotel room feeling like a piece of shit, hoping the phone wouldn’t ring. The room felt smaller than it had before. The … Continue reading
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Tagged husband, kids, los angeles, love break-up, miscarriage, psychiatrist, sex
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Stephanie The Mother Goddess
Stephy, her body, the curve of her neck, the sway of her hips. The lips only I was lucky enough to kiss. The sensation of her lips on mine, her eyes, my home. Motherhood was physically kind to her. Her … Continue reading
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Raising Kids
The thing about buying a house and living on a hill with a semi-stunning view of Los Angeles (the truly majestic views are for the uber wealthy) is that inevitably you are always sliding down the hill. You may not … Continue reading
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Tagged house, husband, kids, los angeles, marriage, retaining wall
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Brothers
If you ever get the chance to be an older brother or I guess an older sister make sure to appreciate the blessing of having someone look up to you and forcing you to be a better person. I wasn’t … Continue reading
Have I Ever?
I know you want to ask if I’ve ever slept with a patient. The answer is No. No in as many expressions and implied statements as there are to say it. No, I have NEVER. Has a patient ever come … Continue reading
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Poor Brendan
And poor Brendan. the more I thought about his relentless addiction to WOW, the more I understood that it was his means of dealing with heartbreak. And so did Stephy. Now, you may ask why we were sending our fifteen … Continue reading
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