Hi friends. Many of you know me by now and you know my issues, most of all sexual abandonment, because that happened to me. I wrote this one quickly because it has to do with an issue we older men have: No ejaculation due to the medicine we take. I hope you like it. I appreciate your feedback and your emails, as usual. Take your dicks out, you'll like it, I promise.
Jay Richards
I spotted Rob as I was coming out of the supermarket. Actually it was the car that I saw first.
He was backing out of a space when I noticed the Veterans decal near the license plate.
He turned towards the exit ramp, then drove away. I was curious because the strip of stores there only included professional offices. A Dentist, a Lawyer, a Therapist and a financial office.
He was parked near the end, closest to the therapist.
Curious, I stepped inside.
"May I help you?" a young woman behind a reception desk asked.
"Yes, uh, I think I just saw my husband, Rob Lowe, drive away."
"Umm, I'm sorry I can't talk about the Doctor's patients."
"Yes, of course, I was only asking..."
"Thank you, Tara," a voice behind me said. I turned to see a woman in her fifties coming out of a side office.
'Oh, hello," I said, I'm Jessica Lowe, I was asking if my husband had been here..."
'Yes, Mrs. Lowe, I'm Doctor Swan. I'm afraid we can't discuss any private matters with you."
"So he was here..."
"I cannot confirm anything either way," she said. "HIPPA rules, but we also number our patients, and I don't know their real names."
"Oh...I see. Alright then, thank you," I said, then I turned and went out the door. Once in the parking lot, I stood for a moment and then went back into the office. I took a pamphlet about the practice from a clear plastic holder and went out to my car and drove back home.
"Bradyville Associates treats patients with many issues, including sexual depression," the pamphlet said. I stopped and stared...I searched my mind, my deepest thoughts. Was Rob suffering from sexual depression...as a result of what I did?
Rob is a good man; he's funny and thoughtful...and my heart aches when I admit that I abandoned him...god, how long ago? It was the year we went to Paris, a few months later...it's been three years.
What have I done!
I remember I was going through some changes at the time, and I had lost my father...no excuses. He stopped approaching me; he never asked again. He also...never touched my body again.
I arrived home; his car was in the garage. I decided to talk with him first, this good man that I love.
"Hi babe," I said coming around to the backyard. He was cleaning the grill for our company tomorrow.
"Hey. I forgot the buns, I have to go back to the market," he said.
"It can wait until tomorrow," I said. Want a beer?
"Yeah, that sounds great, thanks." I went into the kitchen and came back with a beer for him, wine for me.
"Uhmmm...do you remember a bunch of years ago, I was having some issues, women issues, around the time my dad died? I...I pushed you away I uhmmm...I...I'm better now. I wanted you to know, I'm better...a lot better."