It's a sobering realization when you think back and note that the last time you were intimate was when you conceived your youngest child. Two years—a full two years without being held, kissed, or experiencing any form of sexual intimacy. In fact, almost all forms of adult connection have disappeared from your life, apart from the love and bond you share with your children.
And honestly? It's incredibly lonely.
It's not even the sex I miss. Truth be told, I've always been perfectly capable of meeting my own needs in that department. What I truly long for is the intimacy—being touched, feeling connected. I miss the companionship, the shared laughter, the deep conversations, spontaneous drives, and little outings that made life feel full. Even something as simple as holding hands—something I used to claim to utterly despise—feels like a loss I'm mourning now.
I know I'm not ready yet—ready to put myself out there, ready to start dating. For now, I'm content, savoring a life free of drama and complication.
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