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31-DAY CHALLENGE
Day Thirteen: The Worst Sex You’ve Ever Had
Participants of the challenge tell all.
So, what are we? Voyeurs? Why is today’s question one we’re most eager to hear the answers to but might be the least willing to share? I know I am. I have a living mother and children. The former believes I should wear my heart on my sleeve less, and the latter thinks I am sexless. Or so it would seem by the way they plug their ears and scowl at the mere mention of the word — when it’s regarding me.
I used to pride myself on having only a few sexual partners, thinking it made me more praiseworthy. While my husband wasn’t legally my husband yet when we first had sex, he was my first and only for the next fifteen years. And then I was single. So, what did others expect of me? I was in my late thirties, lonely, and bipolar. It was an explosive mix regarding sexual activity with a high likelihood of something going wrong.
Out of all the men I encountered in my forties before meeting Ed, very few I introduced to my family. I thought little of myself, so I chose men who were emotionally or situationally unavailable, but sex was never off the table. And sometimes, it was on top of it too.
Then one day, I met him. We’ll call him Sam. It’s not his real name, but it could be for all…
