It was a night of deep contemplation. The papers had been signed...the final goodbyes had been said. A numbness had set in. All of a sudden the deadening silence too quiet.
The freedom gained daunting...what to do with it.
A new beginning. A new set of rules. A new lifestyle.
Rising from the sofa, the choice of music exactly that which had grated the nerves of the other....the volume dial higher than it had been in years.
The feet resting on the coffee table....scatter cushions sat on and no harm done to them, contrary to belief.
A gust of wind raced through the home.....no care that the draft may result in a stiff neck.
The empty plate with the remnants of a pizza eaten on the floor...to be put into the sink....but not immediately.
Beginning to breath. Beginning to realise how the tiniest , the silliest of things had led to the demise of their 15 year relationship.
If only they had both known how to keep things in perspective.
Anyway.
They papers had been signed. The final goodbyes had been said....the kids would be home soon.
She missed the security provided when they were two.
They were back....the kids rushing in....happy.
Their love instant....she knew they had had a good day.
As he drove away, he missed the security provided when they were two....if only he had known to relate to her better.
He picked up the phone.....confirmed the 10am the next morning....she looked sexy....a new woman on the escort site. She reminded him of his ex.
The following morning, after frenzied hugs and kisses, the kids had rushed off to get ready for school. She answered the sms...
"Looking forward to melting into u. 10am confirmed".
If only they knew...their paths were destined to cross in the most unexpected of ways.
Note: some resort to that which may be taboo seeking the comfort of another human being while others resort to that which may be taboo as a matter of survival.....it doesn't change the people they may be.
This is just my part/experience of your story Russian Bridgitte.
~ It is what it is. I am who am. I try to be the best of me. Here I am care free ~
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I was thinking about this a few days ago.
I remember this emotion. I experienced it thrice after I let go of three women of three respective long terms.
Even the one who ends the union is saddened by it.
The passion I shared with so many WG's after each term ended was unlike anything. Taking that powerful emotion of desire for the comfort of tenderness and transferring it sexually onto a beautiful WG who was actually a stranger was such a relief realising that everything is going to be fine.
How I long for that passionate emotion of longing.
Now I am over it. Time heals. You ladies healed me.
Your role as a WG in society is crucial. I see you as doctors each with her own specialty.
WG after WG after WG...It was exhilarating and it still is but not as much because that powerful emotion of longing for the comfort of tenderness caused by sadness of letting go of love is no longer there.
Although all sorts of WG's and none similar.
I am still in the habit of hugging WG's and holding them close.
The best part is that the WG's enjoy me and they love me or so it seems you might say.
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