Copy link to share with friends. By Michelle Tea. A couple of months ago, I got married. I tossed my bouquet. In other ways, it was not — we walked each other down the aisle, hand in hand. After we exchanged our vows and made out before our community, the officiant a friend who had become an ordained minister via the Internet gazed down upon us.
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My husband kept his sexual addiction hidden for the first 16 years of our marriage and he is now my ex-husband. It is a lazy Sunday afternoon. The football game is on TV, the snacks are on the coffee table, and my husband and our year-old daughter are lounging in chairs during a commercial break.