My heads a mess lately, I can’t sleep without nightmares. I hate myself. These past few weeks have worn away at me.
Going to bed wearing silky pan ties. I’ll have nice dreams and erec tions. Night night.
My wife knew i was a recovering s** addict when we dated, when we married, and knew that it stemmed from childhood maternal molestation many years ago. She knows i will not act out, that i love her too much to do that to her, and she knows to the degree any non s** addict can how exhausting the onslaught of compulsive intrusive s***** thoughts are. But she still rejects my sincere well motivated desire for surgical or chemical castration and i cannot understand why. We have a platonic relationship so it would be zero loss to either of us.