Last week , I talked about my experience with emotional abuse, specifically mentioning at one point that I am currently practicing celibacy. I'm going to explain that a little more in depth in this post for those of you who might be confused by my seemingly extreme decision. Let me first quickly go over how the majority of our sexual interactions went.

I'm extremely hesitant to write about this. I'm even more hesitant to make it public. So hesitant, in fact, that I'm writing this paragraph to further push off what I need to write about. It's fluff, completely devoid of substance, and it's going to do nothing but detract from the whole point of this post. Yet here I am, cowardly hiding behind words that are entirely lacking in a point. Time to nut up or shut up, Stef. In my post last week , I let you know that I'd be making an effort to post weekly from here on out. I also hinted that there was something that had been preventing me from writing and that I wasn't aware of it until recently. Well, I feel like, in order for me to move forward not only as a writer but as a human being, I need to address some things that have been going on in my life over the past several years, to process what happened and work through it so I can leave it all behind me. Please note:  There will be no names.  T

I've stopped writing. I know. Up until recently, I didn't know why. I've had all of these ideas tumbling around in my head all willy-nilly, but I have been completely incapable of actually writing them down, fleshing them out, and crafting a full story. That being said, I am making a goal to post once a week here. I don't know what it will be about. I don't know if it will be structured. I don't even know if it will be fiction or stream of conscious. You're going to have to bear with me. Peace. Stef.