When I realized that I was about the victim of some crime, I bolted. I wanted to alert my neighbors, but I couldn’t dial. I want to honk my horn, but I was afraid this guy had a gun. The only thing I could think to do was speed my ass down the driveway and away from him.
Talking openly about true intimacy, love, emotional needs and support, physical and sexual desire is a way for us to start to mitigate single-motherhood.