Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... much fear. When she finished, Mike left me there while he hugged the speaker and other friends. I was holding back tears as I slowly walked to the table at the front and looked down at the key rings. An older woman was there; she looked at me and said, "You can still take one."

With my hands shaking, I reached out and grabbed a white key tag and clutched it to my breast. She stood up, walked over to me, and asked if she could hug me. During that, she said, "Welcome, Melissa, welcome, keep coming back, ok?"

I turned around, and Mike watched me, quiet as always, with a big smile. I got swept up in everyone welcoming me. Many kept their distance and just smiled. Eventually, we got in a circle, and they said the "serenity prayer." I left thinking I didn't believe in God, but"having the courage to change the things I can" resonated with me for a long time.

We walked back, saying nothing. I didn't know where or what to do, but it all led me to their house. Charity had some food saved to be heated up. I was ravenous. After dinner, I got up to go, and Mike would have nothing of it. "You're staying here tonight." With that, he left the kitchen, leaving Charity and me there.

Charity Is Wise

We moved to the living room. Mike was elsewhere. We had tea. It was soothing. Charity had this magnetism of trust. At first, you felt nervous, like she was interrogating you by saying nothing. This quickly morphed into a sense of comfort and safety. She had an ease with which she ...

... asked questions. She knew where to lead me and was never frustrated with my obviously closed-off emotions or half-answers. The meeting was bad enough, but now, I had gone full "turtle" and had everything slammed tight inside. She could sense this.

We talked about addiction. Charity had a deep understanding and also avoided mind-altering substances. She came from an alcoholic family where both her parents lived functionally but semi-damaged their whole lives. Her older sister made it, but her brother was another question. I shared with her about my parents as they sounded like hers. We laughed about being kids in a chaotic home where weekend parties were commonplace. That feeling of not being safe in your own house. Older men looked at you when you were a beautiful teenager. In minutes, it felt like I had a new soul sister. So was the power of Charity. After a laugh about some of the funny things we did growing up, she simply said to me.

"What happened between you and Dave Melissa?"

The blood drained from my face. Tears fought to flow. I looked down. Ashamed.

"He came home early and caught me in bed with another man."

"Do you love this man?" Are you trying to exit your relationship with Dave?"

Quickly and with some anger, "No, I don't love this guy. Right now, I hate him."

"Do you still love Dave?"

Tears won the moment. Sobs came. She hugged me. I got a grip and said, "I love Dave with all my heart." Pausing, thinking and briefly listing all the reasons ...