Option: Uncomfortable

This was a form of ****. You were subject to image after image, each more upsetting than the last. Your brain was perfectly calibrating each to pick at your insecurities.

It was making you toss and turn so much that you feared waking your wife up in the process. So, for her sake, you tried to still both your body and mind. As before though, the dark images returned. There was no escaping them in the dark.

You used reason to assure yourself. Your wife wasn’t cheating with you or going behind your back. This was a consensual arrangement between the two of you that was meant to satisfy her without harming you. So what if he was going to fuck her? She still loved you.

You hoped, with all your heart, that it wouldn’t be like this the entire time. If you were going to survive this arrangement without going insane, you were going to have to push away the jealous thoughts. You needed to learn how to see her activities in the abstract. If you did that, one day this entire situation would be a memory for you and your wife. A decade from now, you’d be able to reminisce about it together over breakfast. It was just a step you both took that resolved your bedroom issues. You thought about laughing about it together, and that made it all seem okay.

Yet, still, the images came…