“And then… he pulled it all away.” I fold my hands around my nearly empty wine glass, trying to stop the shaking in my fingers. “He withdrew and got cold. I thought it was my fault, so I tried hard to connect with him and get back to the warm, loving place we were in before. But nothing I did was good enough. That didn’t stop him from enjoying my efforts, though.”
I heard once that s*x isn’t a simple activity; it’s a destination. It’s a journey.
When things got bad with me and Josh, there was no escaping the oppressive walls he’d built around us. The s*x was lifeless. I could never get out of my own head long enough to enjoy it. I was so worried he wasn’t having a good time even while he grunted and thrusted. Then, the moment he finished, he’d tell me how his ex did it better.
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