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3. Daydreaming about exes

Ok, before someone judges me and says that I’m a bad wife for thinking about other men, I must say that sometimes I daydream and I remember things from when I was younger, such as when I was a high school student.

I had a boyfriend when I was 15 years old (that was two years before I met my now-husband), and we used to hang out after school, do our homework together in the library, and go to the movies when we were free.

We didn’t do anything more than kiss A LOT, but he was my high school sweetheart, and when I sometimes think about those times and remember my silly dates with him, I start smiling. Yes, it might be thinking about other men, but it’s something from the past and something that only brings up memories, nothing serious.

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