Relief?

Well, it's been a few months and a new season of soccer has been underway. I can't the last few months have been blissful but significantly less dramatic than previous months. My situation with Anne hasn't gotten any better or any worse, for that matter. I think I'm to the point now that I'm just happy to be free of the lack of satisfaction that she provided. Gone is the anger, the frustration, the confusion, and the pain of being rejected. Instead I'm free to move forward in any direction of my choosing.

I wish I could say that it's great to be free of her completely, but I honestly still want to unload a batch of nutbutter down her throat or all over her fake, perpetually firm, ever squeezable boobies. I wouldn't mind tying her up and having my way with her and then leaving her like that for a few hours while I watched football, then coming back and spanking her white ass beet red for being a selfish whore for all those months... I'm not bitter or anything.

It seems this is the end of this tale. The Anne situation may have reached it's conclusion. I believe that we will still play soccer together and be cordial before games, but gone is the relationship drama that has become the signature of my life. Has a void been formed or has a new step been taken? ...to be continued.