Better in Memory

Gerald could place his hand on a stack of Bibles and swear that he truly loved his wife without fear of being struck by lightning because in truth he loved that woman within the depths of his heart.

The numerous affairs? They were merely physical attractions played through to their natural conclusions. He had no choice, really. What was a man to do with a wife who sadly looked so much better in his memory and in photographs than in person?

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