My Therapist Paid For Me To Change My Hair, Clothes, And Face - After Our Relationship Turned Sexual (Part Two Of My Sordid Tale)

The first time we attempted intercourse, he fractured my rib. After that, our intimacy consisted of me giving him oral sex between patients and him "spoiling me" with lavish lobster dinners.

Hi funsters,

The most exciting thing I have to report on at the moment: the big reveal of this incredible follow up, the one that so many of you have been bugging me about. If you haven't read part one yet, you might want to start there. And if you did read part one and were mad at me about having to wait for part two, here you go! You’re welcome!

I love you and let's talk about what we think of this guy and this story and everything else in the comments, as we do.

Xo Jane

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By Roberta Lake

Following my soulful confession, Mark, who was 13 years older than me, suddenly seemed a decade younger. Boyish, even. It was as if my admission set something free in him, as well. We hugged each other outside the counseling center. “Is this really okay?” I asked him.

"It's OK," he said. And I believed him. I trusted him implicitly. I mean…he was the expert, right?

We called it love, and his being married was but an inconvenient detail to me.

“He asked me not to wear fragrance when we were together and insisted on no selfies.”

Mark said that he now saw love as a word written in ornate script. He called his life at home "block letters": basic, bland, and boring. I asked him why he didn’t leave. He said that many years ago (after his wife discovered he was in another long-term relationship), he was invited to leave, but stayed because, in his words, “My kids worship me.”

(The massive ego he had kept well-hidden since we’d met months ago was the first REAL red flag. Again, I chose to ignore it.)

The relationship accelerated full steam ahead —until it was a free fall. He took me to parks and restaurants, even ones he had been to many times before. Again, I wondered, Won’t we eventually be seen by people who know him… and probably know his wife? It was weird that he didn’t seem all that concerned …though he did ask me not to wear fragrance when we were together. And he insisted on no selfies.

Me with Mark on a date.

The first time he came to my place, I was embarrassed and apologetic. My cottage is cute but tiny and cluttered, and he had told me his house was huge. He was happy to be there, though, and just smiled. As he walked in the door, he put his hands together and bowed slightly, Namaste-style.

I gave him the “tour,” which took about six seconds.

We immediately began to fool around,