The first year after I left my first husband, I did some really stupid and dangerous things, sexually and otherwise. But I was free for the first time in my entire life. He abused me, sexually, physically, and mentally, and I really just lost my fucking mind and did whatever I wanted and then some, simply because I could

Some of it was fun, a lot of it wasn't.

But you're right, we do what we need to, some if it weird, some of it, not, but again who is anyone to judge?

Thanks for reading love, I have so many things to catch up on reading wise, but I'll make it over to yours soon <3