My first and only husband, 18 years together. I regret.
Before, I didn’t like other men, didn’t look at all, and mine seemed to be the best. But now I fall in love from time to time. I look at some handsome guy and I just want to have sex. Without commitment, without continuation. Although I get along with people for a long time, I rarely meet men who I am ready to let go. There was one such man recently, but I turned everything into friendship at the last moment. I still remember him and regret that there was no sex. I didn’t need anything else from him.
But what hands he had, what shoulders, what charm, there are such men who smell like sex. But his voice was not good, squeaky, and that saved me, or I do not know how I would have survived? It was a real pain. Now I’m sobered up, but when I close my eyes I get goose bumps all over my body. But I have a husband nearby, a substitute for my dreams.
I told him everything, I think I’m better now.
