My cousin then saved me.
A generous medical professional then took compassion on me.
I was clear for 18 mos. 15 mos of that time was with her. Then, no veh, no where to go, she told me to leave. I had been sucking her tit (off and on) for 30 mos. I spent about 9 of those 30 mos away from her with my family.
Where was the magic? Her husband began carrying on an extended affair-- with a woman in her mid50s whom he knew in high school. But that woman was looking for husband #3. HE could not be husband #3. He told the woman he was afraid to leave his kids alone with his wife. Did he love his wife?, this woman asked. He said there was not even an ember smoldering that could be sparked. That love was long gone.
She had no magic. Or if she did, she decided, despite my absolute devotion, that I was unworthy. Either way, no magic. Fat globes are not magic, no matter how spectacular they are, esp. for a 44 yr old.
I am sad. I really thought she was going to save me after that spectacular rescue. She was not.
I am reflecting in this manner because my parents having left, I am again alone. No one to ask, how are you? No one to give a shit.
PASI -- 16% today. Involvement on each limb, appendage, front and back of torso & even genitalia. No palmoplantar involvement.
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