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I keep telling myself this is the last time. I love my husband, and every time I promise I'll stop chasing the excitement... I mean it. But then that familiar rush creeps back in, and suddenly I'm making excuses I swore I'd never make again. Maybe it's the attention. Maybe it's the thrill of doing something I know I shouldn't. Whatever it is, I can't seem to stay away for long. I know I should walk away... but a part of me doesn't want to.