PART 5.
My Desires
(A story inspired by a true life event)
©Judytex
Approaching Daniel for his phone number was an action
I had never envisioned for myself. I guess one can do
the unimaginable once s*xually frustrated. However,
despite obtaining his number, I found myself unable to
initiate a call or text. Oddly enough, he neither called
nor messaged me afterward, almost as if we awaited
each other to make the first move.
It’s funny how growing up, I was strongly against the
act of infidelity, often finding myself passing judgment
on women who engaged in such behavior, labeling
them as lacking self-control. But here I was shamelessly
taking a step to commit the very sin I had vehemently
criticized years earlier. This situation reminded me of the
adage, “Never judge a situation you haven’t
experienced,” an important reminder that life can lead
us to act in ways we once condemned.
While I wrestling with the potential consequences of
taking a step closer to Daniel, Alex dropped by my
boutique, a buzzing business established with Kennedy’s
unwavering support, among his many benevolent
gestures.
“How are you and the kids faring?” She inquired
lowering herself beside me.
Taking a deep breath, I responded, “Alex, I fear I’m on
the brink of compromising my values, self-discipline,
upbringing, and everything I once believed in. My s*xul
desires are overpowering me, plunging me into a state
of distress and depression that threatens my sanity.”
Baffled, Alex adjusted herself, concern engraved on her
features.
“What exactly do you mean? Didn’t your intimacy with
Kennedy improve after our last discussion?” she
inquired.
“Well, regrettably, nothing has changed. In fact, matters
have gotten worse since then. He made quite some
efforts to rekindle things but his mind was always
distracted mid-way by work work and work,” I
admitted with a heavy heart.
“This is sad indeed. But have you tried confronting
Kennedy once more about this?” Alex inquired sincerely
concerned about me.
“For what? So I can be misunderstood once more as
being insensitive, self-centered, or s*xually insatiable?
I’m not ready to stir up more troubles with my
husband.” I protested.
“How then do you intend to address this without
confronting him? Vivian, enduring this torment alone
without conveying your needs and addressing his
shortcomings in fulfilling his role as your husband is not
the right way to go about this.” Alex pressed.
“You know me, Alex, I’m a genuinely contented person.
I rarely complain about anything unless it’s out of my
control. But it’s quite frustrating that no one seems to
understand what I’m going through, not even my
husband. He’s undoubtedly an exceptional man, the kind
any woman would dream of. He performs excellently
as a father and husband. But, knowing him, he is the
type to focus most of his time and attention on one
goal and task at a time, leaving no room for distractions
while expecting you to understand. And there my
friend, is where the problem lies,” I expressed with
sorrow.
“So, in essence, you are saying that no matter how
much you voice your concerns, he won’t give you the
attention you desire as long as he isn’t done with the
task at hand?” She inquired, genuinely taken aback.
“Exactly. He will continue to withhold his attention from
me until he secures that job promotion, which demands
him to work ten times more than usual. It might even
surprise you to know that we have only talked twice at
night since he left for that business trip,” I confessed
with a sense of lament.
“That’s truly disheartening,” she responded with
remorse.
“Yes, in the end, no man is without a flaw,” I chuckled
wistfully.
“That’s true. My husband has his flaws as well, though
not in the aspect of satisfying my desires. In fact, I’ve
been the one avoiding intimacy at home because he is
so physically affectionate, and can’t stop initiating sx”
she shared.
“You’re fortunate,” I replied with a hint of sarcasm.
“But, how have you managed to restrain your desires
all this time?” she inquired.
“M@sturbation has become a coping mechanism these
past months. Sadly, my fingers and sx t0ys have felt
me more than my husband has,” I revealed.
“I’m really at a loss for words,” she admitted, lowering
her head in her palms. Then lifting her head, she
continued.
“Still, Vivian, you can fight this. Look, if you ever feel
overwhelmed, just look around at what you have
achieved so far. Find strength in the journey you’ve
shared, your beautiful children, and the love your
husband has for you. He truly cares about your well-
being and is striving to provide a better life for you and
your kids. It’s not easy, but be patient,” she advised.
Her words resonated as undeniable truths, yet the
question lingered, “For how much longer must I endure
before he resumes his role as a husband to me?”
I did heed her advice and opted for a touch of more
patience with my husband. However, each time I tried
to communicate with him to help occupy and distract
my mind from having negative thoughts, he was
always too busy to take my calls or he would end the
call on me to attend some meetings over there. Yet,
again, the universe continued to subject me to tests.
On a particular Thursday, while driving to my shop after
picking up my children from school, my car suddenly
began to slow down and eventually came to a halt
right in the middle of the road. After multiple attempts
to restart the car’s engine, I stepped out of the car
feeling utterly devastated as it wouldn’t come to a start.
Just as I was dialing my mechanic’s number, a flashy
car pulled up beside me. Intrigued, I turned to identify
the driver, and to my surprise, the window of the car
rolled down, revealing Daniel.
He looked incredibly handsome, with neatly shaved
hair, a trimmed beard, and stylish dark sunglasses.
“Ahah! I spotted you from a distance and immediately
recognized it was you standing here. What’s going on?
Are you stranded? Is there something wrong with your
car?” he inquired, taking off his sunglasses and offering
a cheerful smile.
“Uhmmm! Well, yes! My car suddenly broke down. But
don’t worry, I’ll have my mechanic come fix it soon,” I
assured him quickly.
“In that case, how about I give you a ride to your
destination? Or are you planning to wait here until your
mechanic arrives?” he proposed.
“Uhmm… I’m not so sure that’s a great idea, considering
I have my kids with me,” I replied cautiously.
“Incredible, that’s all the more reason to let me give
you a ride. Besides, it’s unsafe for you and your children
to be here alone” he insisted.
“You’re certainly persistent, aren’t you?” I said, crossing
my arms.
“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” he replied, smiling.
Left with little choice, I agreed, and he proceeded to
drop me and my kids off at my shop. That was the
moment he finally learned the location of my store and
had a chance to interact with my children. At that
moment I had envisioned what life would have been if
we had ended up together. Crazy right?
Later that night, I found myself compelled to send him
a message of gratitude on WhatsApp, which he
promptly responded to. This led to an extensive
conversation that continued well into the night,
reminding me of the good old days. For several days,
our discussions covered various aspects of life, gradually
reigniting the passion we once shared.
Then, the most significant test arose: in the middle of
our conversation one night, he requested that I come to
visit his residence.
To be continued…….
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