Over a month ago, I broke down sobbing on the Dude.
“No one touches me!” I mourned.
I had gone from a relationship that even when the sex and the affection weren’t top priority, we were spooners. Hours each day I was held close in a sleeping embrace. And when the sex and the affection WERE top priority – wow. Just wow.
And then it was gone and I was touch – free. It took me a month to figure out what was wrong. Once I did – I KNEW.
I knew in my bones why babies who aren’t held just give up. I think those were my darkest hours in this whole deal – the ones when I was withdrawing from the high of affection and touch.
Someday when the world has a manual for handling breakups – that totally needs be a warning label.