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Adult, Infidelity, Massage, Relationship, Thoughts

Triggered

The husband and I decided to drive in to Johor a day after our our holiday since we were both clearing our leave days and the kid is in school.

Our bodies were sore from four plane rides from the holiday and we decided to go for a full body massage.

Yes, massage. Very sensitive activity.

I allowed him to go for massages with me. A friend told me limit it to only male masseuse for him but I did not go to such extent. I am sure he knows boundaries by now.

After all, what could go wrong when he is with me right?

While I was footing the bill, his masseuse asked for his contact. WeChat or WhatsApp, she asked. He exchanged WhatsApp with her in front of me.

I glared at him and asked him what the fuck was he doing.

He said she is good. Exchanged contact so I can ask for her and massage for me next time.

NO THANK YOU.

First, there is no need to because they all have serial number. Just quote their number and the counter will arrange. I have always booked appointments this way with the outlet.

Second, he could tell her to exchange with his wife. Stupid piece of shit.

Third, he should know in no circumstances he can exchange contact with another female because he is an offender and he has not been forgiven.

My growling belly was full from anger.

My fist did not feel any pain when I hit it against the window several times.

I screamed at him.

After we reached home, I tried throwing him out again. I threw all his clothes down the rubbish chute in an attempt to make him leave.

He kneeled and begged and even said he will jump to prove his innocence. I told him if jumping solves the issue he should but please don’t affect the real estate price by dying here.

I kneeled and begged him back to leave me.

I even took a knife and threatened to slash him. Then I told him I’ll kill the kid if he doesn’t leave.

I told him I was well until he made me a mad woman. I was well aware of my mental state but I didn’t want to check myself into the mental hospital because I should not be only one feeling miserable and paying for his actions.

I called and managed to talk to a friend and I ended up bursting into tears.

Nearly two years after finding out about his infidelity and after a nice long holiday, I thought it is time for me to put it behind me.

His actions shows he is still a piece of shit and will remain one. I cannot live the next 30 years of my life in shit.

This is me. Triggered.

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Lessons From Clubbing: Then and Now

Recently I was invited to a Hen’s Night party as that friend is getting married.

By married, I meant going through a customary wedding where couples invite their family and friends for a meal. They are legally married on paper for more than three years.

I witnessed her inviting people from her cell group but none turned up. Instead, only three people were at the party. The bride, an ex door bitch at a club we used to frequent and me.

Hence, the three of us went out and did the exact thing we did 15 to 20 years ago. To a club, drink and better if there are hot eye candy around.

I must say clubbing was a totally different experience this time.

I used to go in to clubs early to get a stamp to save on entry fee. Now, I don’t care how much it says. I’m only coming out after my kid goes to bed.

Dancing on the stage or dance floor used to be my exercise. Now, standing and swaying is.

Three inch heels used to be a norm. Now my feet hurts just standing on my flats, plus I don’t own anything with skinny base now. The bigger the base, the better it is. Better if they are specifically running or walking shoes.

Tube or spaghetti top and jeans used to my clubbing attire. Now I ask if the place has strong air con so I can decide if I want to bring my shawl or cardigan along.

I used to stick around crowded bar counter so it is easier to get a drink. Now I want a table to put my drink and a chair to sit away to prevent people from knocking into me.

Long Island tea and shots used to be my go to drink to get myself tipsy. Now I ask for whisky and water on the side because too many types of alcohol may damage my liver faster.

To enjoy my alcohol more, I found myself ordering a bottle of single malt so nobody can dilute or spoil its taste with those sugared crap people put with their drinks. I get annoyed when servers put my whisky in mixers.

My friends obviously visits clubs more than I do. The ex door bitch goes clubbing with her daughter now. The one getting married tags along since she is enjoying her duo income no kids (DINK) lifestyle while I prefer to wake up early to exercise than stay out and sleep late.

My lifestyle seemed to be healthier but I weigh the heaviest among them all. I attribute my weight to my boobs and butt. 😂

My friend didn’t get the crazy night out she wanted because we did nothing plus she was almost two hours late for her own party.

While waiting for her, a middle age guy with bad breath attracted by the ex door bitch going “woo woo woo” on the dance floor kept coming over to talk to me 00s dance numbers were played.

I instinctively passed him some drinks with the intention to rid his bad breath but he refused.

At this age, you have to realise not everyone out there is trying to make you drunk. Even if you don’t want to take their drink offer, at least have your own on hand. He still had the audacity to plant a kiss on my cheek. Phet phet phet! 🤢

He grabbed my hand and looked for a ring. I haven’t worn my wedding band since finding out about my husband’s infidelity. I’m only wearing a jade ring on the middle finger on my right because a fengshui master said it will keep my spending in control.

Like a script he commented I must be married while I said yes. He asked how is sex life. I’m said ok. It is obvious what this guy is looking for. Sorry I have no libido and I am not interested in going out nor having sex with other men.

That night, I realised to a middle age man, I am still very much a sweet young thing. Women don’t need to be slim to be considered attractive. Overweight women like me are attractive in dim lights when men have enough alcohol or desperate.

I decided to call it a night and headed home at 1am after puking out my fried chicken wings and truffle fries in the toilet.

Lesson learnt – My body is not what it used to be. I needed a massage to cure the hangover, the bloat and whatever aches and pain from the night out.

I’ll probably come out to club and spy on my son in future or buy his friends a round of drinks but I’ll rather have a full body massage every week than out clubbing.

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My Sleazy Massage

On the topic of sleazy massages, I realised I have actually visited a sleazy massage parlour. It was way back during a trip to Bangkok with my friend Ah B in 2012 if I did not remember wrongly. I know you are reading this so you can vouch for my innocence and have a good laugh again on my predicament.

Ah B and I have know each other for years through my defunct old erotica blog before we actually met up and we got along really well.

What do two young women with no commitments do during weekends with spare cash? We flew to Bangkok for shopping, clubbing, spa, traditional Thai massage and food.

It was after a night of club hopping and it ended at Lebua State Tower where some of the scenes of The Hangover was filmed. Nice view and it had a strict dress code, hence we were quite dressed up for the night.

Upon alighting near our hotel, we felt that it was still early and stumbled upon a massage place. It stated 169 baht for an hour of Thai massage. Why not? Plus it had male masseur and I like male masseurs because they have more strength.

I did not notice it was dim and dark inside. It was night time for goodness sake! It was along the streets and I did not expect much. Besides, I did not want to be the typical demanding Singaporean to complain when things are already so cheap.

Ah B was beside me with curtains open and chatty and friendly as usual to everyone. Halfway through the massage, I realised the curtain was drawn and I did not give much thought.

Halfway through, I felt that the massage was strange because I did not remember Thai massage massaging boobs. It is however common for Javanese massage.

Furthermore, when the massage reached my inner thigh and groin area and his fingers were getting too close to my privates which I was uncomfortable. I called a stop to touching my privates and ended the session unsatisfied. It was not what I expected at all.

I told Ah B about it and she did not experience the same thing. I blamed my luck. I paid to get myself molested. I remembered being really upset.

The thing about me is, although I had an erotic blog and I shared about my experiences openly, it doesn’t mean I do it with every guy with boneless meat. I needed to feel loved, wanted and my feelings reciprocated and the person to be attractive to me.

Men have since lost their appeal to me after being lied to and cheated upon numerous times. It will take me a while or maybe never to enjoy sexual pleasures for the remainder of my life.

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