All in marriage
. What we resist, persists
Perhaps paradoxically, wanderlust was a sort of side effect of becoming disabled for me. So was plain lust.
No one likes a show off.
It was a big adventure to start dating at age 52 as a disabled woman.
Charlie became jealous, but he had to deal with it as part of his polyamory game.
The list of activities that I completely lost the ability to do seems endless.
I love coffee. I need it to function. I am addicted to it. Can say most of that about sex, too, but I can’t say it’s an addiction. More of a “nice to have”.
It wasn’t until we were putting our seatbelts on for the long drive home from my romantic, idyllic log cabin at the lake that I realized what had happened over the last 48 hours.
The summer of 2017 turned out nothing like I expected or planned as much of our lives come to be. There had been so many forces conspiring for most of my life which culminated in this most surprising season.
There was no conversation between me and Matt. I’m not sure we exchanged names, even