Christine Ardigo - Women's Fiction

Heather Milanesi

Hey! Heather here. I'm the wacky mom of three silly girls. They're my whole life.

I know what you're thinking, she's got it all. Handsome lawyer husband, great kids, nice house and a pretty awesome job at Norlyn Plains Hospital, right?

On the outside sure, that's what it looks like but no one really knows what I'm going through. Well, except for Victoria, my co-worker for the past five years. She's my best friend, my confidant and the only one that knows what I've had to deal with.

I don't know what I'd do without Victoria, she calms me down. She's like a rock keeping her family and herself together. I'm not sure how she does it.

After years of dealing with a jealous, unsupportive best friend, a self-centered husband, a relentless mother-in-law, and a boss from hell, my normally compassionate nature has been squashed.

I've had it. I'm becoming sarcastic and irritable. If something (or someone) doesn't save me soon, my co-workers are going to kill me.

Toss in the fact that I haven't had sex in years, I'm now starting to check out hot guys at the park.

I know, it's wrong! Don't judge me, but I can't help it anymore. It's all I can think about. I'm even checking out the dads of my daughter's friends. It's not my fault though. When you haven't had sex in five years and everyone around you seems to be having sex, what can you do?

Okay, they don't look anything like that, they're only twelve, but I'm going crazy!

I can't really say I had great sex before my youngest was born either. When your husband wakes up with a hard on, rolls onto you and is done before you're fully awake, what the hell is that?

No kissing, no foreplay...

It wasn't always that way. It used to be good, real good. But not with my husband.

With him.

I think about him all the time. Is that wrong? Tell me I'm not going mad. Is this normal? Surely I can't be the only one that thinks about sex, not to mention having it with other men.

Please tell me I'm not the only one! Anyone out there feel this way?

Yours truly, Heather