The other night I started watching a movie. It was
called “Thanks for Sharing”. The movie was about sex addiction. As I watched
the movie and these people fighting an addiction along the same lines as alcoholism,
I reflected on my own situation.
There was a time when Kitty acted out. There was a
time when Kitty met strange men in hotel rooms, fucked them and then left.
Interestingly enough, once Kitty was single, that drive to do dangerous sexual
things subsided. Does Kitty still meet men in hotel rooms? Sure but not necessarily
the first meeting. Kitty rarely gets so worked up that we skip the initial
coffee meeting.
As the movie progressed and one of the characters
began to backslide, Kitty watched him scramble to find a prostitute. The female
character played by Pink was who Kitty most identified with in a way. She lost
her best friend because Pink fucked her “old man”. Kitty has thought about it.
Have I fucked any of my girlfriend’s “old men”? No but on occasion I have
looked for them on Ashley Madison.
Even though sex was a major contributing factor to
the demise of my second marriage, Kitty put my safety at risk on several levels
but I have yet to hire a prostitute or let sex get in the way of my work.
Notice Kitty didn’t say that I have yet to fuck one of my bosses because let’s
face it, for all intents and purposes XXX was and still sort of is one of Kitty’s
boss.
So the question remains, are we sex addicts?
