Goodbye to all that
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|Fri, 08-06-2010 - 2:20pm|
This is a word of freedom sent back from the other side.
As my long marriage to the love of my life dwindles in the rear view mirror, I'm emerging from the shock of the ugly way it ended and finally finding moments of peace & acceptance now and then. One moment of delight is the recovered sense of physical autonomy. No longer will I be pestered by rawness, semen oozing out into my clothing as I go about my day, sore breasts and nipples, frequent UTIs, or nagging worries about contracting disease from the stbx (who as it turned out was cheating on me on the q.t.) No longer will stbx's hygeine challenges be my unpleasant reality to deal with, in the closest possible proximity.
I was a good sport and put up a good front as a facsimile of a sexual being for a very long time (30 years). I did what my bfs and stbx expected of me because that was the "normal" thing to do, and because they seemed to enjoy it so much. It was my gift to them and my pleasure at the time to ride out the pointless tedium of that frankly ridiculous pastime, sex,