rechallenged the addiction

A broken nose

A sickenin’ feeling

The game got out of hand

I lean my head on the countertop

Wonderin’ why me

Did I deserve this

He left the house

Not after pushing me around

He no longer looks a lover

The rope is so tight it stings my wrists and ankles

Shoulder pressed back on the chair

I felt like a prisoner in my own house

The brutality

The angst

The jealousy

Am I to be blamed

He said he’d teach me a lesson

Chapter one: never walk away when he’s talking

The blue and the black is the conclusion

Chapter two: never deny his accusation

He’d sum it up with a bloody punch

Chapter three: never say it’s over until he says so

The stationary chair is the ultimate treatment

Chapter four:…

Lesson is pending

He said he will be back soon

But I secretly wish he never return

I never sign up to this course

If I did, I want a refund with a new nose

I’m sufferin’

I’m hurtin’

I’m drippin’

I’m not a good learner

So go find another

Ok. I admit. I lied.

I fabricated the incident in sex on wheel. I didn’t know my fucking action is suddenly everyone’s fucking business.

Nick sms-ed “I wan’t to hear the sex on wheel in detail when we meet”.

MK emailed “How could you do a married man. I’ll have to be careful next time when I bring my hubby out to meet you”.

JJ called “Sex with stranger is fine. But knowing that he is attached and you still go ahead is so wrong”.

So… I never said I am a saint, nor did I really have sex with a married man. I guess there is really a borderline to creative writing. Or so it seems to bent reading.

I don’t have to explain myself. I won’t remove that post.

And MK, you can keep your husband. He snores!

*no friendship was threatened in writing these two posts. MK and I had a good laugh over the phone yesterday, but she still wouldn’t allow her hubby to hang out with me without her around. And Nick, you might be disappointed if you want it on the table.