Yeah, I know I haven’t posted much lately. Its not that anything is wrong; quite the opposite. Things are actually going quite well. And its always easier to write when things arent going well. Angst and ennui make for great creative stimuli. Satisfaction and contentment are creatively boring.
A half-lifetime of sexual discontent has evolved into something much different. Im feeling sexually fulfilled. I have a wonderful partner, who ministers to my every need. Even if that need is a cup of drinking chocolate at 1am. With the little marshmallows, even.
I dont feel sexually obligated. Its no longer something I feel I have to do because, well, thats what a dutiful wife has to do. I enjoy sex with my new partner. Well, newer.
And my ex-husband has finally confessed to having started dating. He even has a girlfriend. Hes moving on. I am so relieved and pleased. The guilt of leaving someone who didnt want to be left is some of the worst guilt one can experience. But I can close that chapter now. Finally.
I apologize for not writing more frequently. But, frankly, I cant think of anything to write about when Im happy. And I’m happy.