My Sunday felt non existent. I slept until almost 2pm. The night before felt foggy, almost like it never happened. However, the soreness that started between my legs and carried throughout every muscle in my body told me it definitely DID happen.
I didn’t know how to feel about myself. I was used. I felt disgusted with myself. What kind of person INVITES the Devil himself to f**k them?! And then to actually ENJOY it???! What the hell was wrong with me??
I finally forced the thoughts out of my head and had practically crawled into my bathroom. Every inch of me was in pain. A sharp soreness invaded every single muscle. I knew the only way I would begin to feel better was a bath, some ibuprofen, and wine….lots of wine.
I ran the bath water almost without opening the cold water tap. I nee
