After many, many shots of sambuca, I ended up going home with a much much younger man for some meaningless "revenge" sex. It didn't feel like revenge, though, as I realized, C.M. didn't care. It would mean nothing to him. The only person I was hurting was me.
It would have been one thing if it was fun. But I just felt sad. And hollow. I think this is a feeling I will have to learn to live with...
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