Confession

I have to confess to indulging in sexual activities this morning.

It has been four weeks of total abstention, which may have been a factor in the frustrations and temptations of this last week, but today my wife stepped up and... well, you know.

And it was good. After four weeks without physical intimacy, you would expect me to say that, I guess. But it was. And afterwards, I didn't, as I have done in the past, instantly want more. That kind of reaction, I can see now, was part of the addict in me. The part of me that was hooked on the chemical rush of orgasm. That part was actually satisfied.

Today, I feel good about it all.