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More or less four moments after a climax, in a blissful haze that is post-sex my brain began to wonder.
We remembered the way I hadnвЂ™t seen a cat that everyday lives on our street, Bernie, for a time.
Imagine if heвЂ™d been struck by a vehicle? Let’s say he had been dead?
Wait. We hadnвЂ™t heard from my cousin for a time either. Was he dead? My buddies, my loved ones, everyone else at the job вЂ“ were each of them simply dead?
Quickly I happened to be hyperventilating into my boyfriendвЂ™s chest.
ThatвЂ™s when a pattern was noticed by me.
Crying after intercourse is not uncommon in my situation. Neither is a unexpected sense of overwhelming panic and dread.
We have anxiety, despair, and obsessive ideas, so abruptly stressing that everybody i really like is dead is fairly standard вЂ“ but IвЂ™d pointed out that these ideas were appearing more often just after sex. Continue Reading…