I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry - Sex Stories

I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry

... the dark and consequently you feel alone.

Samantha was a very emotionally intelligent woman. She picked up on the recent irritation in his voice and manner but if she asked about it, he dismissed her, saying he was fine. For his part, he felt guilty for feeling the way he did and started beating himself up for not being grateful for all the positive things that had happened to him since meeting her.

When Samantha left on that Friday morning, for a weekend work trip, they had a heated conversation in which Josh had blurted out some of his feelings and accused Samantha of not, in his words, "Being there for me." Samantha, feeling ambushed, responded that she had her own life to live too and that maybe he should "grow up." Those last words stung Josh and he stormed out of the house. not answering her invitation to "talk about this when she returned."

He pulled out of the driveway, spinning his tires and spitting gravel, blinded by a fury that he had not felt in a long time. Half his rage was directed at her and half at himself for the way he had just spoken. He felt hurt, exposed and vulnerable. He knew from his recovery program with AA that these feelings are the precursor to a relapse. He knew he should attend a meeting tonight to feel the support of the group and hopefully put a halt to the slippery slope of lapsing back into his addiction.

The day was demanding and Josh had avoided thinking too much about things and immersed himself in the labour. It was a ...

... common coping strategy that had been his habit and his downfall many times. He packed up his truck and checking his phone realized he had just enough time to get to the meeting. He tossed it in the consul between the seats.

He drove along the waterfront ruminating over his hurt feelings and heard the music blaring from the bars that lined the beachfront, and he abruptly decided to check it out. He parked his truck and walked toward the music. The waterfront was crowded with people and each bar had a band pumping out rock, blues and country music.

He entered one playing "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry," a great Hank Williams' number, and paused, certain he was making a mistake. He turned to leave, but a group of rowdy college kids had just arrived and shoved him involuntarily through the door. Warning bells were going off inside his head but he pushed them aside by calling up the anger he felt about the morning's argument and his feelings of being abandoned by Sam.

It had been almost three years since he had been in a bar. He and Samantha, for obvious reasons, had avoided these places and frequented venues without alcohol or spent time outdoors.

He went to the bar and ordered a coke but then suddenly changed it to a 'Double Jack,' neat. He took the first sip of his whisky and it tasted like gold. He felt that intoxicating feeling as it burned and soothed as it went down his throat. The noise of the crowd, the music, the warm air coming off the water, it all swept him away. ...