My lack of sex was a complete non-issue to me. I had more serious concerns to worry about, like, finding another way to greet my day without saying “I hate my fucking life!”. Everyday I tried talking myself into believing I was happy when really I was scared, lonely and uncertain about my future. I didn’t even have the energy to search for happiness.
I didn’t cry. Nope, not a single tear. Okay, that’s a lie. But it wasn’t until I got on the phone with my BFF and admitted I had been dumped by my husband, that the floodgates opened. Not only did I feel dumped, but I felt discarded and abandoned as if the love between us had never existed. The pain, fear, anger and hurt that had been shrouded in SHOCK finally became tangible during that call to my BFF.
