I've fallen in love and I don't know how to tell my husband.

It's pretty bad.  I didn't mean to.  We started off just being friends and then one thing led to another and ...we kissed.  After that I knew, I had to find a way to divorce my husband and marry my MC's love interest.  I know he's only two dimensional.  Words are two dimensional right?  But he is so strong, serious, protective, loyal and torn... Torn between the world he's destined to be apart of and the love of his life, me...ahem, I mean my MC.

Now I'm only on day two of them knowing each other but I already know I'm in love.  There's no turning back now.  It doesn't matter that I'm white and he's Native American.  (Racism is a part of this story.) It doesn't matter that I'll have to hide our relationship from most of my friends until I can figure out how to tell them.  He's mine, all mine and I can't believe I ever thought I even knew what love was before he came along.

Well I'm off to boxing, then home again to be with him.  Where I can write until my little heart contents.