Charlotte feels vulnerable, exposed, replaceable. She’s right, in some ways. But wrong, in the more important ones.

I like when Charlotte works for me.

I feel shitty. Oh so shitty….

This was the best part in real life. And the worst part to read. Because I. Can’t. Write. Sex.

Every silver lining has a cloud. After a truly spectacular day… the very end wasn’t truly spectacular. I fucked up. While I had done a good job of titrating the alcohol consumption throughout the day (as I said in an…

I’ve lost a LOT of weight. And, I’m not quite done!

Fumbling our way forward, Charlotte and I….

Coming apart, just a little, afterwards….

Charlotte has some work to do for me.

Charlotte and I have a little one-on-one time before Sarah joins us.