I sneak around to see her. I hide her from my family and friends. I message her while I am sitting next to my husband.
Of course I am talking about my writing. My writing is my mistress. I hide her and lie about when we see each other and what we do.
I love my mistress but the time I spend with her makes my friends and loved ones jealous.
I wish they could just accept her in my life but they are jealous of my mistress.