Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... an instant it was over between us. Melissa has found a new boyfriend her age, and just like I thought, I got trashed in the process. Predictable; in fact, I should have seen it coming; it's just that everything pointed to a deep connection and feeling I had rarely had with a woman. It's fucking confusing." I could feel denial fade to anger. It felt good but loud in my head, with no drugs or booze to dull the pain.

"You do know she's an active addict, right?" said Charity.

"Does that matter?"

"You tell me you've been clean before, even though it was a short time. Addiction is a fucked up thing, and you know addicts don't drive their own bus when it gets out of control." She sat back, looked out the window, and we sat silently for a while. "You know Mike's story. I watched him go down. I held on for as long as possible, but he was a madman. I thought he would burn out with the hours he worked and the never-ending partying. Ultimately, I was shocked how much substance he could do and still be a rock star at work." She paused. Took a sip. "When I walked in on him that night, he was standing on the bed, and three girls were doing lines off his dick Dave. Now, let me describe the girls. Each was a runway model, an expensive call girl or something. Tall, skinny, legs for days, still wearing high heels and hose, perfect tits, pure sex goddesses. I mean, not on my best day could I stand beside them and not look frumpy.

"You're gorgeous, Charity."

"Well, that's not how ...

... I felt at that moment," she paused. "one of the girls even saidwho is this Mike?" He said, "She's my roommate! Hey Heather, want to join in the fun," he said. "The girls all giggled, and then Mike had this faraway look as he saw a slow trickle of tears go down my face. I knew he was gone. It was not the man I fell in love with standing on that bed. I just turned and left."

"Did he follow you?"

"No, I didn't hear from him for three weeks. By then, he was shattered. Jobless, facing jail. We talked. He told me he was getting help. We only met in person once he had thirty days clean. It was then that his shame and remorse were painted all over him. He knew he'd ruined us. Well, you know the rest of the story."

I made every effort to cry at that moment and failed. I was passing from denial to anger, and it was written on my face. Charity said nothing and just sat there with me. Eventually, I took a deep breath and realized the demons were not cackling at me.Where the fuck were they, I thought. "Charity, I love your story, but nothing Mel said to me that night or the day after would make me think she was not leaving me for this Ryan guy." I paused and chuckled. "I mean, beyond the dick cliché, it was just a really messy break-up; sorryyou had to find out this way and another broken heart. I've been here before, and time is my friend right now. I am powerless over many things, but I know how that works. I need to get clean again and do the work. Right this minute, I have a ...