Frustration cured
I had just turned 40 but I wasn’t celebrating. My son and daughter had both moved out. My husband Donald was 45 and had lost all interest in sex. My boss had cut my hours and I only worked mornings. Afternoons were spent either doing housework or just sitting in a lounge chair wondering how my life had grown so crap. My only bright spot was a visit down the road to Rhonda for a cuppa. One day she said she had turned 40 as well. She was single and seemed happy. To celebrate she opened a bottle of wine. Two glasses and I was pouring out my life to her. She listened and then shocked me. “How many times a week do you masturbate?” she asked. I just sat stunned. “Well” she said “how …