My sexual Addiction
I blurted out, “about how things might’ve turned out differently if just one thing in your life had changed?”
Lane took a moment before slowly nodding.
“All the time,” he replied.
I stared at the floor, my throat tightening.
“My thing,” I said, my voice breaking a little, “was a man. I was nine.”
His entire body tensed up.
It felt like the atmosphere shifted between us. The temperature dropped. The space around us felt both constricted and expansive.
I couldn’t bring myself to look up.
“He wasn’t a stranger,” I whispered. “He wasn’t some monster lurking in the shadows. He was... my mom’s boyfriend.”