I did this just once with my ex a month or two after I kicked him out. It was a worthwhile experiment b/c any doubts I harbored about the wisdom of my choice were squashed that night.
The opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s ambivalence, and I can’t remember a sexual encounter being less noteworthy.
And that experience solidified my resolve to face the daunting blank page of an unwritten future instead of falling back on the “safety” of what would’ve amounted to a slow, passive death of both my body and my soul.
Thank you for sharing. 🙏 I imagine your story resonated with a lot of people.