It had been two weeks since the breakup with Henry, and we had no contact with each other. I drowned myself in my work and tried to forget about him, but it was more challenging than it seemed.
It was becoming clear that I wasn’t ready to get back into the dating world. I blamed myself for the problems with Henry, he was a good man, and I tore him down because he wasn’t good in bed.
All kinds of thoughts filled my head. Maybe I could have ignored it. Perhaps I went too far.
I sat down with my friends and asked if they had encountered the same problems. Since they, too, had gone through the same thing as I had.
“He’s a man,” Jacquelyn shrugged. “Nathan was the same way at the beginning.”
Jacquelyn, the most outgoing out of all of us, had been married to a police commissioner before everything went down. Now, she was happily divorced and seeing her neighbor.
“But’s he’s, well you know,” Sabrina said.
“No, I don’t,” Jacquelyn shook her head. She was teasing Sabrina, who was more introverted than the rest of us.