Crazy Ex_(1)

     I spent six years in a chaotic relationship because of my two beautiful children. It started off great but she became crazier as the years progressed. Logical thinking went out the window and my life became a nightmare. The saying “Stay together for the kids” would always echo through my mind when I wanted to leave for something better.

    When I hit 30 I had realized it was now or never. I felt like I had wasted so much time and didn’t want to waste any more. I was getting older and was sick of being miserable so I left. It was a difficult decision but I knew if I stayed in my kids lives, I could live a more fulfilling and happy life. I knew I had to finally allow myself to be happy as well.

   The break up was full of anger and hate. She stole a lot of my things but I soon met a girl that made me shrug my shoulders to the bullshit my ex was throwing my way.

   For the first time in many years I was happy and smiling. It felt strange and filled me with so much energy. I felt like a brand new person.

   Years passed and my ex would still hit on me and try to win me back though I was clearly happy where I was. I made it a point to avoid her as much as possible so the only time I saw her was when I picked up the kids every Friday to take home with me for the weekend.

   I was enjoying being in a stable relationship though unfortunately she didn’t share my fetishes or really understand why the look and smell of latex was so erotic to me. She didn’t understand why a woman inhaling a cigarette got me so excited and she didn’t smoke so she couldn’t help me there.

   At times I missed having the outlet for those fetishes I craved. The sex is great and she enjoys some kinky things but I did miss indulging in those particular interests that my ex would do for me.

   I’ve spent most of the past two years trying to convince my girlfriend to try latex. Start small with some gloves or panties and maybe work up to a dress. She seemed open minded at first but as time has gone on it seemed I was out of luck. I suppose that’s what porn is for when you don’t have a way to experience what you feel you need sexually.

   Today I’m full of shame though I know it was all out of my control. My hands were tied, literally.

   I went to my exes home to pick up the kids after getting out of work. As usual she was sitting in the chair waiting. I made very little eye contact with her.

    “Girls! Time to go!” I shouted toward their bedroom, fully expecting them to come running out like they always do.

    My ex, Brianna, smirked and said, “They aren’t here right now.”

   Confused, I exclaimed, “What do you mean they aren’t here?