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You thought it would last forever when the day came you married your love. It was bliss. You were high school sweethearts. Knew each other for over ten years. After graduating college together, he proposed and you immediately screamed 'Yes!'.
Both of you got great jobs at separate companies and that led to a great house on a quiet neighborhood. There were vacations abroad, home modifications, and hundreds of memories that seem to last forever.
Then, things changed.
Not sure when it happened exactly, but one day seemed dull. The love of your life rolls over in bed and seems to be uninterested in you. When this persists, the sex either doesn't seem satisfying or he refuses, your first fear is, he's having an affair. The mere idea of it sends a lightning bolt through your mind that you break down at work. This couldn't be right.
You stalk your husband, going through his bank records, cellphone, emails, even follow him around when he's doing his business in a poor example of espionage.
It may have paid off. There was no evidence of cheating. He was loyal, but wouldn't say what it was that left him in a dull mood. So, you decide to change things up. You get back into your rocking High School body with extensive workouts and runs and then start doing things like, surprising him at the door with sex, pleasuring him on the couch, sexy text messages. That doesn't seem to work.
One day you get a letter in the mail. It doesn't have a return address and was written with New Times Roman font from a printer. Because it was so generic looking, you initially want to throw it out thinking it was junk mail. Yet, something about it allured to you to open. When you did, your eyes widened.
It was a letter written by someone who seemed to have extensive knowledge of your...'attempts'.
Your flow is wrong says the writer, rather tersely. You're too rough with the hands. Relax the throat.
It was a rather harsh critique of your performance that makes you scoff and throw it away before finishing it. Then, you fish it out of the trash and continue reading. The writer doesn't say how they know, but they seem to know about what you're doing and gives advice such as, Use more dirty words.
Reading the letter to its conclusion, there's no answer to who it is from. At first you suspect it's the love of your life. But, then decide against it. It just doesn't feel like him.
Both of you got great jobs at separate companies and that led to a great house on a quiet neighborhood. There were vacations abroad, home modifications, and hundreds of memories that seem to last forever.
Then, things changed.
Not sure when it happened exactly, but one day seemed dull. The love of your life rolls over in bed and seems to be uninterested in you. When this persists, the sex either doesn't seem satisfying or he refuses, your first fear is, he's having an affair. The mere idea of it sends a lightning bolt through your mind that you break down at work. This couldn't be right.
You stalk your husband, going through his bank records, cellphone, emails, even follow him around when he's doing his business in a poor example of espionage.
It may have paid off. There was no evidence of cheating. He was loyal, but wouldn't say what it was that left him in a dull mood. So, you decide to change things up. You get back into your rocking High School body with extensive workouts and runs and then start doing things like, surprising him at the door with sex, pleasuring him on the couch, sexy text messages. That doesn't seem to work.
One day you get a letter in the mail. It doesn't have a return address and was written with New Times Roman font from a printer. Because it was so generic looking, you initially want to throw it out thinking it was junk mail. Yet, something about it allured to you to open. When you did, your eyes widened.
It was a letter written by someone who seemed to have extensive knowledge of your...'attempts'.
Your flow is wrong says the writer, rather tersely. You're too rough with the hands. Relax the throat.
It was a rather harsh critique of your performance that makes you scoff and throw it away before finishing it. Then, you fish it out of the trash and continue reading. The writer doesn't say how they know, but they seem to know about what you're doing and gives advice such as, Use more dirty words.
Reading the letter to its conclusion, there's no answer to who it is from. At first you suspect it's the love of your life. But, then decide against it. It just doesn't feel like him.
