Why did we do it . . . again? And as I lay there, on top of her, I thought to her: "so am i"
It seemed I could not help but let it happen. Again and again. I lost more rational and sense of purpose each time. And justified it with more intricate lies when the old justifications went sour.
I don't know the statistics. I don't know others' stories, I can only tell my own. I'm sure that some will relate to these feelings. And I'm sure some are feeling this right now. No, I don't have all of the answers, this is an addiction I am still trying to cope with myself. But I do know one thing, it does help to talk about it . As far as cure-alls, I'm not too sure of that. All I know is that something such as a sexual addiction cannot just be forgotten, it has to be replaced with something stronger. Something real. An exact opposite? Sex is so material, we might think we need something equally anti-material. Even beyond the realm of materialism and anti-materialism. Something that transcends the boundaries established by materialism and anti-materialism. That is real.