Once I have invited my friend to home, I took a lot of photos of her and we were speaking about my happy friendship and my happy family just the next morning after she licked the fingers of my husband while I was putting my baby to bed. I asked my husband to shot me in the same position as she, with the same photo camera and same clothes. After a husband affair for me was essential to do things that bring back a sense of self-worth, to surround myself with love and with friends and activities that give back joy and meaning and identity. I met my lovely friends and started to shoot them, but «the affair touch» was with me, on the lens of my camera, and now it’s on a photo. Quite everyone recommended me to leave home and house, but it made the situation even worse. I was put in a hospital with a major depressive disorder and had been forced to use the antidepressants. Now I am cured by a psychotherapist and try to use photography as a therapy as well.
My friend does not feel guilty about what happened, moreover, two months later I found out that she moved to St. Petersburg and got a job at my former job. She began to come to me in my dreams, I began to hear her laughter. Every night, I killed her in my dreams.