I woke this morning after a terrible night’s sleep, the wine had given me the most horrendous heartburn so I’d been up most of the night suffering while Craig slept on. I got up at early, ran to the shop for heartburn remedies, came back into bed and we had sex again. I practically worshipped him for the entire morning and I loved every second of it. Afterwards, we dressed, said goodbye and I drove home.
Having sex with Craig was definitely the right decision and I should have done it months ago. I feel so much better about myself, more than I have in years. To be not only wanted by a man but also to be told that my body is gorgeous, after years of being made to think otherwise, is priceless. I’m not what Tom made me believe after all.