The saga of my life continues, I was so excited that once I left for awhile my sex life would thrive without sleeping with father multiple times a day.. But that DID NOT HAPPEN

I caught myself thinking of my father while sleeping with other guys. I would play with myself to the thought of him coming into my room late at night.. I would have to stop myself from calling my dad just to hear him say “ hello babygirl “

I wasn’t thriving and I couldn’t focus on life, so I went back home.

To my bedroom, where all my comforting memories of my life with my father.. I feel at home, with his rough warm hands slipping up my covers every night..

This is home