A Glass Of Wine And A Tear.I celebrated the 5th anniversary of her hysterectomy this November all alone with a glass of wine and a tear. Five of the most difficult years I’ve ever endured. Oh I know it’s not been easy for her ether; she weighed 120 pounds before the surgery and despite her best efforts she now weighs 165 and I barley recognize her.
Sexuality has been non existent for five years now and each night a settle for a quick peck on the cheek good night. My dreams however are of a different world, a seductive world of bare breasts and women with long flowing hair, I awake feeling guilty. I reach for her warmth and love in the darkness of night but she pulls away tucking the covers between us. I am lost, alone and rejected.
She is a wonderful person, a good mother and I love her dearly. I want nothing more then to grow old with her and celebrate our lives together. My biggest fear is that next November when I celebrate the 6th anniversary of this God forsaken surgery, it may be in the arm of another.
whitepine1 51-55, M 4 Responses 0 Dec 23, 2010