Good Girl Goes Bad and Enjoys Every Minute
Housewife learns delights of BBC
It sounds like a cliche, but I ran into a major midlife crisis when I turned 40. It hit me like a ton of bricks; I realized my life was boring as hell. It was easy to see how this happened. I live in a small semi-rural community near the base of the Smoky Mountains. I’m married to a perfectly nice man, who has a comfortable job as an accountant for the city. I have a great job as a librarian for the town library. We live in a non-descript, comfortable house in a quiet neighborhood. We have the American dream, right?
But all that changed after my last child went off to college. I had poured so much of my life into my children, that I realized I put myself second. Somewhere, amidst all that sacrifice and putting yourself last, my personal needs and desires got lost.
Now the kids were out of the house, I suddenly realized that my life was passionless. They were my passion and once I got them out of the house and on a successful path, I was at a loss. One of the good things about not having kids in the house is that it allows us adults more freedom. I started walking around nude more often. I hadn’t realized it, but the children had put a major crimp in our sex lives.
