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It's all about therapy.....

Captain Shamrock

Well-Known Member
Jul 20, 2001
Dirty Money
Dear Terri:

I know the counsellor said we shouldn't contact each other during our
"cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you left, I swore
I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me
talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my
fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my
pride needed that.

But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of
pretending I don't miss you. I don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't
care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we
let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart
says... "There's no one like you, Terri." I look for you in the eyes and
breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you. They're not even close.
Two weeks ago, I met this girl at the Rainbow Room and brought her home with
me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my

She was young, Terri, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only
youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a
perfect body. Tits you wouldn't believe and an ass like a tortoise shell.
Every man's dream, right?

But as I sat on the couch getting a hellacious barney by this coed, I
thought, look at the stuff we've made important in our lives. It's all so
surface. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed?
Well, in this case, yes. But you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her
a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive
Terri? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before. I don't
know, maybe I'm just growing up a little.

Later, after I'd tossed her about a quart of throat yogurt, I found myself
thinking, "Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless
technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some niggling
feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It
didn't feel the same because you weren't there, Terri, to watch. Do you know
what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you, baby. Jesus, Terri, I'm
just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.

Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at Second Baptist Church?
Well, she drops by last week with a pan of "lasagna." She said she figured I
wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't know what she really
meant till later, but that's not the real story.

Anyway, we have a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know we're
****ing in our old bedroom. And this broad's a total monster in the sack.
She's giving me everything, you know like a real woman does when she's not
hung up about God and her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all
of a sudden she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother's old vanity.
So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch
ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad too. 'Cause I can't
help thinking, "Why didn't Terri ever put the mirror on the floor? We've had
this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex aid."
(Some of this I thought about later.) You know what I mean?

What happened to our spontaneity? You get so caught up in the routine of a
marriage and you just lose sight of each other. And then you lose yourself.
That's the saddest part of all for me.

But I keep thinking we can get it back. I know we can, because I only want
this stuff with you. Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the
restraining order. I mean, Shannon's just a kid and all, but she's got a
pretty good head on her shoulders. She's been a real friend to me during
this painful time. She's given me lots of good counsel about you and about
women in general. (She's pulling for us to get back together, Terri. She
really is.)

So we're drinking in the hot tub and talking about happier times. Here's
this hot girl with the same DNA as you (although, let's face it, she got an
extra helping of the sexy gene) and all I can do is think of how much she
looks like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry.

And then it turns out Shannon's really into the whole anal thing and that
gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and
how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see
how even then, when I'm thrusting inside the steaming hot Dutch oven
of your sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true,
baby. In your heart you know it.

Don't you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances and
start fresh? I think we can. I keep thinking that I think if you'd just try
it, I wouldn't have to pressure you so much. Because who needs all that
bitterness, Terri? It just tears us apart. And I can't be apart from you.

Because I love you, God help me but I do, please say yes.


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