I went to my male gynecologist for my regular check-up… and in the name of “examining me,” he used me like a bored housewife with no boundaries. I should’ve remembered I’m a married woman, but the way he talked, the way he touched, the way he looked at me… It felt like he knew exactly how neglected I was. And in that cold white clinic, with my wedding ring still on my finger… I let myself become the kind of cheap temptation no good wife admits to.