I walk into my favourite alternative clothing store and there she is. Standing behind the cash register is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She's not beautiful in the typical princess way, but like an alternative rockstar kind of way. She's got hot pink hair that is straightened and shoulder length, amazing smokey eye makeup that makes her blue eyes pop. She's wearing a tight crop top that shows off her perky breasts, with black high waisted jeans that caress her every curve.
“What do you want?” he whispers in my ear.
So, of course, if you have a child you are someone who is or has been sexually active, unless you're the main character in a soap opera. However, let's assume you are not. This also means that there is a good chance you like sex, may I even dare to say you love it? Well, I do. I love it. The only time in my life I did not like sex was when I was pregnant. But now that I am not and my hormones have more or less sorted themselves out, it is definitely one of the top things on my mind. Except there seems to be this problem with getting to have sex. It is a one-year-old, 25 pound human who wont leave us alone long enough to do anything.
I recently started watching a docuseries about sex and love around the world. Living in a first world country myself, I find it interesting to look at how other cultures live and the way in which they look at sex in particular.
The worst part is that I wanted to leave. I planned on leaving, I had it all set up, I was going to get out. Start again, have someone I could really rely on. Instead, I got pregnant…. Whoops. Just one too many drinks that night got me in bed with him. Weird because I never slept with him anymore. Didn’t want too, why would I want too? The way he treated me? No one would want too.