Julia J

In Between I Julia J

Forget the books about divorce. The self help recovery steps are not what you need. Live woman, live and feel and scream and kick and scratch raw the pain that you feel and the impossible need and the fear and all that is inside you that is about to suffocate you of you don't pour it out shameless. Don't contain the storm, become the storm, embrace it and embrace what you've become. Sex was suppose to be my easy and wonderful answer to my emptiness and my need and for a while I think it was. There is nothing more erotically melting than the touch that brings you closer to gods. Nothing that makes you forget easier of all that hurts and everything that is missing. The perfect orgasmic embrace that melts your senses and makes you forget everything. Thinking how alive and sexual was the intimacy before... He fell, just like I did, out of lust. Out of passion. Since distance couldn't make up for the missing tenderness just gaping the falling more, it all vanished. Maybe it's all in our DNA. Maybe we do not have a stand in this. Maybe we are doomed before we even meet to break each other's hearts and bones and raise chaos and mayhem during the dismemberment process. It has to be bloody, it has to be raw, it ensures survival of at least one of the parties involved. Biology says one thing, sexuality tends to point at another, Bible tries, therapy benefits copiously. The only good thing about it all is that we grow old. Forget