It’s always a never ending competition with her. The cheating didn’t help. She admitted to having been with two different men. Now you get to spend all your spare time sorting through all those hurtful details in your mind.

Your sexual arousal map looks like a game room that holds nothing but a daybed, an oddly numerous amount of Fabergé eggs, old newspapers, rancid liquor, and her clothing donations already sorted for the next two tax seasons to give “guy who isn’t you #2” a bit of a financial cushion. Mixing and matching the qualities of those other men with your own is now the only thing that fuels you in every aspect of your life. You’re more motivated in your career, and your orgasms have never been so good.

You feel him fucking her sometimes when you’re aroused. There’s a throbbing, aching hollow feeling that’s never been there and you’ve started to explore it. Let’s go further.