intriguess
sexual catalyst
- Joined
- Sep 3, 2000
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The divorce was a frickin nightmare. Here she was 33 divorced, with nothing but pain to show for it. He'd kept delaying children, and now his lifestyle had destroyed his sperm count. He'd refused saying a child should be conceived naturally. They had both said awful things, and in the end she was the one feeling like less of a woman and crying every night.
She hated who he had turned her into, she'd never been a crier, she'd been a frickin rock, supportive, strong, and evidently at some point it had ceased being a turn on to him. Well it was too frickin late now, even if she met Mr. Right tomorrow by the time her divorce finalized, a wedding was planned and a baby planned for well she would be even older and the health risks would begin piling up.
Little did she know her soon to be ex husband was going to be getting a second chance. He would be waking up tomorrow as his 18 year old self. What he chose to do with his second chance, well only time would tell.
She hated who he had turned her into, she'd never been a crier, she'd been a frickin rock, supportive, strong, and evidently at some point it had ceased being a turn on to him. Well it was too frickin late now, even if she met Mr. Right tomorrow by the time her divorce finalized, a wedding was planned and a baby planned for well she would be even older and the health risks would begin piling up.
Little did she know her soon to be ex husband was going to be getting a second chance. He would be waking up tomorrow as his 18 year old self. What he chose to do with his second chance, well only time would tell.
