“Snap out of it,” Brenda ordered. She had been visiting me at the condo as often as she could since the wedding debacle. I was supposed to be on my honeymoon right now. Sitting beside me on the bed, she pushed the hair back from my forehead and said, “He’s gone, and good riddance. I don’t know what Melissa and I ever saw in him, except I thought you could get at least a good f**k out of it. I never envisioned this.”
“Don’t say ‘f**k’!” I whined. “That reminds me too much of him. The s*x was so good, I don’t know which I miss more—the relationship or getting laid.”
“Maybe that’s part of the problem. Not that his leaving you at the aisle is your fault, but shouldn’t a relationship be about everything, not just the s*x? What about companionship? Taking care of each other when you’re sick? N
