Let me just go straight to the point. We are both sex freaks, sometimes we even make love in the kitchen while am cooking since we live alone. But not any more. I started dating a young guy but this guy always insist on using condom on me, claiming he can only have direct sex with a woman that is ready to get pregnant for him. I told him I was ready and we started doing skin-to-skin for about three 3 months before my husband finally called me one weekend.
I told him not to rape me… I’m your mother
I told him not to rape me… I’m your mother | Cities News, The Indian Express
A mom is never, ever supposed to admit this, but here goes: I've never liked my child. Growing up, I had hoped to someday have a daughter, and I had a clear vision of what she would be like : vivacious, spunky, and whip-smart, socially savvy and self-assured. What I got was the polar opposite. At birth, Sophie was skinny and weak. She nursed poorly, and she cried so hard that she vomited—daily. As a toddler, she was strange. She wouldn't make eye contact, and she'd scream bloody murder at the sound of ripping paper.
"Why Don't I Like My Own Child?"
A little while ago, I wrote a post detailing how to secure an iPhone so that kids couldn't stumble onto explicit content. I had a few readers email me and ask for advice on what to do after you've found your child looking at adult content online. I want to talk about it because I think it's important and relevant for all parents. Kids in the Internet age will be curious about porn, and they have unprecedented access to it.
We'll go another time. In the emotional-manipulation game, I've played my trump card. Now George plays his: "I don't give a fuck that Auntie died.