Shit Happens (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Shit Happens (Part 2)

... finally fall asleep for a couple of hours and wake up feeling like I need to go home, but it's an urge to return to my hometown, not just my house. I get up, fold all the blankets, and place them nicely on the mattress on the floor.

I leave the house and walk a few blocks to a work friend's house. I sit on her patio as the sun rises and a new day begins. After twenty minutes, I hear someone walking around the kitchen. I send my friend a message saying I'm out the front. She opens the door, welcomes me in, and makes me a coffee.

I tell her about my night minus the last few hours, and she offers to drive me to my house after I finish my coffee. I shower, pack a bag, message Taylor my plans, put fuel in my car, and start the three-and-a-half-hour drive to my hometown, hoping I don’t get pulled over by the police for a random breath test. I pump out the sad music the whole drive, maxing out my car speakers and singing out all my pain and hurt.

I go over the whole night again and ask myself if I was fooling myself into thinking that my little voice matters, but I know it does. My voice always counts, but the problem was, it didn't matter toThe Fuckwit. I need to find someone who will listen because I was trying to make it matter to the wrong person this whole time.

I get to my hometown and feel an instant feeling of relief. My parents are away, and that's a good thing, so I stay with my big sister. We chat, and she tells me the things I've already told myself. I don't ...

... see anyone else, but that is no concern because being in the town I love is all it takes—instant healing.

I stay the night and drive back the next day because I need to be back at work on Monday. I need to be ready to explain the crazy night and answer the questions I know will be asked. Everyone knows everyone's business in this stupid town. So, I ready myself for the barrage of questions and opinions.

I am ready. I am ready to chase new beginnings and throw myself into the light. Maybe not a spotlight, but a bright light in the least. Ready and willing to see what comes next as I continue past the current lesson that life felt I needed to learn.

As I move forward, I know that I will continue to make good and bad choices in my life, and if there’s anything that I learned from this whole experience, it is that ‘SHIT HAPPENS' and we deal with it. At least‘The Fuckwit’ was good for something.

Epilogue…

While some of the threesome was embellished, most of it happened, and surprisingly, the threesome part of my night never actually got out. On the other hand, my heartbreak, shame of being dumped, and running off to my hometown was all public knowledge.

The Fuckwit turned up at my house a few months later, but I had a new boyfriend by this stage. A boyfriend who took me out on dates. He introduced me to his friends immediately, and this boyfriend would become my husband. He allows my voice to matter.

I’ve seenThe Fuckwit a few times since over the years. I’ve ...