Against All Odds Pt. 04 - Sex Stories

Against All Odds Pt. 04

... have anger about his betrayals, and it still rears its head at strange times. But we deal with it.

With this, the subjects moved to talking about our streetcar tour. Mike smiled, knowing where Charity had taken me and that each stop had a purpose. He had hope for this remarkable young woman. Charity did as well. He didn't know if they had a chance, but he was hopeful, if Melissa could get thirty days.

We woke up the next day, and Mike and I shared about my desire to still use. Everything that had happened felt like I was on a cloud, but it would end abruptly. It scared me. Talking about using always helped. I helped them at the Rocket, and Mike told me Dave was on his way back and stopping there before he went home. We had discussed this, and I was going back to the loft, and hopefully, Dave would be willing to let me talk to him.

Scared, my thoughts and feelings were a giant ball of shame, sadness, surrender, hope and love. I was also fearful of the loft, the scene of the crime and JJ being so close. At that point, Mike told me to call him at any moment. These demons were real, and every instinct told me to clam up and hide. Just make it through that first conversation; be honest and open. This was what Charity had suggested. Then come back to their place. Mike would talk to Dave afterward.

Mike and Charity Blow Dave Up!

As I slowly drove back to the city, a seed of grace grew inside me. I was a very cerebral person, but long drives let my mind focus on the ...

... moment. It was a meditative state I found comforting and often inspiring.

Grace opened me to acceptance. That I still loved this young woman with all my heart. I knew this was true enduring love, but I also accepted I'd been insecure about her love for me. She was so young, and as much as I intended to open myself, I created distance, stayed closed, and made parts of our relationship transactional. I also enabled both of us.

Sighing, I admitted my untidy bits and renewed my vow to work on myself. Both physically and spiritually. Then, a wash of combined pain hit me. She had broken my heart so completely. I was so angry but, at the same time, relieved in my release. As terrible as the betrayal was, I still believed we had two years of magic. Yes, it was mixed with considerable baggage, and maybe she was never faithful, but that didn't resonate somehow. I chose to embrace the magic and move on. I knew what she did was very hurtful, but I would miss Melissa or her potential. She was young, and I hoped her growing addiction would not ruin her and that she would find happiness within herself and all the luck with her new boyfriend.

I would survive.

I walked into the Rocket in a quiet, with a tranquil sadness. Mike saw me, he looked over at Charity, and they nodded at each other.

"Hey Dave, you look good. How are you feeling?" Mike asked.

"Still here, still clean, and still moving."

Mike had already made me a coffee, and as he handed it to me, he said, "Charity ...