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Two years after losing my husband I'm ready for sex again but I don't know how to start

I lost my husband two years ago. Three kids — two teenagers and an 8 year old. The first year was just white-knuckling through every single day. Grief on top of grief on top of keeping the house running and making sure they were okay. I didn't even register myself as a person who had needs. Now it's been two years and something has shifted. I notice men. My body notices men. When someone touches my arm in passing I feel it everywhere and it scares me a little how strong that reaction is. I didn't plan for this. It just showed up. Friends took me out last night and basically told me to make a dating profile or at least have a casual hookup. I laughed it off. But it's been sitting with me ever since. I'm a senior executive at a finance firm. Two men I work with are clearly interested. One's early 50s, I'm pretty sure he's looking for something casual. The other is mid-40s and gives off relationship energy. I'm attracted to both of them, which is its o...

“You Were Never Family, Just Temporary.” Eight Years Later, They Begged Me to Save the Company.

Pain, I learned, was not a storm. It was water. It found the smallest cracks, slipped under locked doors, settled into the floorboards, and waited. Truth behaved the same way. It could be delayed, but never kept out forever. The cruelest thing Arthur Whitmore ever did was smile when he erased me. It happened three weeks after my husband, Daniel Whitmore, filed for divorce in Dallas. I was still carrying a folder full of probate documents and custody papers. My son, Eli, who was six then, sat in the leather chair outside Arthur’s office swinging his sneaker against the wood paneling while I listened to his grandfather tell me that the future I had built with my own hands did not belong to me. For twelve years, I had been more than Daniel’s wife. I was the operations director of Whitmore Industrial Supply, a family-run oilfield distribution company based in Houston, with warehouses in Midland and Odessa. I had a logistics degree from the University of Texas at Arlington, and I knew that...

My Uncle Worked for NASA and Here’s What He Said About the Moon Landing

My uncle was one of the smartest people I’ve ever met. He had a PhD in physics and spent most of his career working for NASA in the 70s and 80s. He wasn’t an astronaut, but he was heavily involved in research and development for space missions. When I was a teenager, I asked him the big question: “Did we really land on the moon?” He didn’t laugh, didn’t roll his eyes—just gave me this tired smile and said, “Kid, if you knew how many people it takes to fake something like that, you’d realize it’s easier to just go to the damn moon.” That answer has stuck with me ever since.

My friend asked me something about his girlfriend… and now I don’t see him the same way.

I don’t even know if I should be posting this, but it’s been on my mind nonstop. So basically I have this close friend, “Y”. We’ve known each other for years. He’s straight (at least that’s what I always thought), and he has a girlfriend. They’ve been together for a while. I’ve met her a couple of times. She’s chill, attractive, confident… the kind of girl you notice without trying. Anyway, a few days ago, me and him were hanging out late at night. Just talking, nothing serious at first. Then somehow the conversation shifted into relationships, sex, that kind of stuff. At first it was jokes… then it got more real. Out of nowhere, he asked me if I’ve ever been with a couple before. That already caught me off guard. I laughed it off, but he kept going. He started talking about how some couples experiment, how it can “bring them closer,” and then he looked at me in a way I didn’t expect. And then he said it. Not directly, but clearly enough. Something like… if he and his girlfriend ever ...

My little sister just walked in on my parents…

My little sister, 12, came into my room in a panic claiming that she couldn’t find our parents (it is 11 pm). For context I am 19 and am living at home while I save for my own place. She said that she could see movement in our dad’s van and that she was gonna go and check it out. I, knowing what she might find told her not to, but she didn’t listen and I was already in bed and wasn’t about to stop her (I figured she’d just look out the front door and go back to bed). Five minutes later she came back into my room bright red, crying a bit and looking traumatised, saying she went to the van, knocked on the door, and when she got no reply, slid the door open, only to see our parents both naked and in a compromising position. I was, and still am, quite tired so my first response was to burst out laughing and tell her that it happens to everyone and that it’s just a part of growing up. She didn’t take this very well, and went back to her room. Our house has pretty thin walls, so I can curre...

Her Brother Couldn’t Make It To Her Sex Party

I ran a Gentleman’s Club for many years. Making “Rounds” was part of the job including the dressing room. I was talking to one of the girls, seated next to her was one of our veteran dancers who was on her cell phone. She was talking to her brother and she seemed a little upset. She ended her call I asked if everything was Ok. She replied that she was upset because her brother “Couldn’t make it to her sex party”. I thought I miss understood her. I asked her to repeat what she said. I heard it right the first time. She began to explain that she invited certain people to her place for a Sex Party and that her brother wasn’t going to be able to attend and she was considering canceling. I asked if she meant Step Brother, or somebody she just called brother. Nope, it was her real brother. She did add that they don’t “ interact” at these parties but he usually attended and she wanted him there. I had no response, nothing had ever prepared me for that conversation. I said have a good shift a...