That bastard, Irvin, never treated me like a wife, yet he was obsessed with having sex with me.It was textbook scumbag behavior, but back then, I pathetically believed it was proof that he loved me.I told myself that if he truly didn't care or was tired of me, he wouldn't touch me let alone be so relentless.Women only give themselves to men they like. Once that affection is gone, even being touched feels repulsive.However, men could separate sex from love with ease. A man wanting to sleep with you didn't mean he loved you.After being hurt, I needed sleeping pills just to get through the night, but here, I didn't dare take sleeping pills, not even with the door locked.I lay there with my eyes closed, wide awake past two in the morning, sleep still out of reach.I started counting sheep, again and again, until I finally drifted off in a hazy, fragile slumber.Suddenly, the strong stench of alcohol filled the air, jolting me awake. I instinctively tried to sit up, panic surg
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