Out of all the nights that I've spent with this man, if I was being sincere, this was the worst of them all. Although I felt somewhat satisfied from the touch of another, I had never felt so empty, so hollow, like something was taken right out of me unknowingly.
I stared at the empty bed space beside me, letting out a deep sigh as I prepared to get rested for the night. I was growing, growing quite old as well and I had no children, no husband…hell…I didn't even have someone I was dating, talkless of a boyfriend.
My goal was always to be disgustingly established, I never figured I would pay such a price for it. I was always told by the butter women that it'd be hard for me to date once I had enough that I needed no man in my life. I refused, claiming the right man would tolerate anything
