It doesn't just spring up out of nowhere and grab me. It is a demon that needs to be satisfied otherwise it takes over my existence. Basically the envy of many men and what should be the charmed life.īut there is something that has always been inside me that is missing with that perfect life. Lots of friends and weekends spent going to my kids games and recitals, and nights BBQ'ing and drinking with neighbors. A very successful career and all the spoils that come with that including a decent income and reasonable wealth. A great house in the nicest of suburbs my city has to offer (that also comes with a big mortgage, but I digress). I'm in my late 30s, a former jock athlete, happily married to the cute, fit, blonde former college cheerleader who still likes to fuck like its going out of style. On the outside I look like I am living the perfect American dream life. This is who I am and there is nothing I can do to change that fact. I understand that some might be disgusted with this story and my actions, but do know that we all have demons of some sort within us and you can judge me or whatever you want. I apologize in advance for the length of the confession/story but I feel I need to get so much of this out and off my chest. This is my confession/story of what my life is like struggling with the demon that lies within me.
