Your Love and Sex Are Never Separate
Language: en
After Dahlia cheated. It was pure, pathetic retaliation. In six months, I dated maybe ten different women. Ten temporary shields, ten strangers I used to generate enough anger to finally break something. The night I broke it off with the tenth woman—a graduate student in art history—I finally brought up the divorce with Dahlia. “Gabriel.” Dahlia finished typing a reply, finally looking up. “Is this another one of your tantrums? This must be… what? The fourth time this month?” She gave a small, mocking smile. “What, the latest distraction didn't satisfy you? Has the great, placid Mr. Miller…