I accept that many of the responses to this post will be negative and less than friendly - some may even dismiss me as a troll.
What I want to write about happened about 15 years ago. I had the day off work. My wife's friend drove past our house (she lived one block away) and noticed our car in the driveway so decided to stop by expecting my wife to be at home. I answered the door and invited her in for coffee. She is the flirty type and very soon our conversation became decidedly sexual. This eventually ended up with her giving me a BJ.
She was the aggressor and I was the passive participant. I accept this was no excuse to let things continue to this point - I was weak and should share the blame.
I am not being dismissive but it happened and I cannot change the past. The guilt, although fading with time, has ensured that I remain on the straight and narrow ever since.
What I want to write about happened about 15 years ago. I had the day off work. My wife's friend drove past our house (she lived one block away) and noticed our car in the driveway so decided to stop by expecting my wife to be at home. I answered the door and invited her in for coffee. She is the flirty type and very soon our conversation became decidedly sexual. This eventually ended up with her giving me a BJ.
She was the aggressor and I was the passive participant. I accept this was no excuse to let things continue to this point - I was weak and should share the blame.
I am not being dismissive but it happened and I cannot change the past. The guilt, although fading with time, has ensured that I remain on the straight and narrow ever since.
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