Dear husband,

You asked me why a different guy brought me home. I'm sure you only saw the car. I asked why you care. The truth is I wanted to tell you, maybe because I want to hurt you. Maybe I'm just mad. Or both. I will admit I haven't seen you sober this much in a long ass time.

It was a strange night. The guy I started dating wasn't who I though he'd be. Last night his friend came over. We had some drinks and the subject of a threesome came up. His friend (a black guy) asked if I had a problem with interracial stuff. I told him no, I never really thought about it, I just had never been with a black guy before. Well it happened, we had a 3 some and it was great until my BF got jealous. He was drunk and called me names because I wouldn't stop in mid-screw. I told him to fuck-off, I get enough of that shit at home. So I Left with his friend and went back to his place for some one on one fun. 

My BF has been texting me apologies and trying to call. You're trying to talk to me. All I want is to be left alone, so now I'm locked in this room, away from 2 guys that want something from me. I don't have anything left to give, if you're not fun, I'm gonna go find fun somewhere else. I'm done with the drama and BS.