It’s been four months, one week and two days. I’ve been craving, having vivid dreams, praying, begging God to make the months move a little faster. God, has it only been four months, one week and two days?
It’s been four months, one week and two days. I can’t believe that I’ve done it. It’s been four months one week and two days, I can’t believe I’m still doing it. I feel a sense of achievement, blended with a sense of loss and grief. Simple, senseless, self torture. It’s been four months, one week and two days since I last had sex or more accurately since my husband left me and I decided to abstain from sex. (Come to think of it, I haven’t had it for more than four months , but you never really make a mental note of the last time you bedded your husband when your whole world is crumbling around your ears.)
Now for some people, not having sex may not seem like a big deal. But for me, a person who’s enjoyed it and has been a willing, proactive participant for more than fifteen years this is a huge deal. For years, I depended on sex like an alcoholic depends on his daily poison of choice. Without sex, I’d get depressed, irritable and downright unpleasant to be with. My husband and I at our peak had sex every single day for years. At our worst, once every two weeks. Sex is a big deal.
So why put myself through this? I wanted clarity. I wanted to fix my head and my heart by denying my body. Above all, I wanted to be a better Christian; learn to focus on other things. Enjoy pure, wholesome relationships. Yep, I was turning over a new chapter in my life. My husband had consumed me for thirteen years of my young life. Sex had consumed us even more so. What better way to move on than to turn my back on the very things that had become a crutch. Oh yes, freedom and new beginnings…
Then walks in Temptation. Minding my own business on a night out with the girls, a guy spots me. I ignore him. He walks over. I ignore him. He talks. I ignore him. He really talks and smiles. Oh that smile. I pretend to ignore him. We kiss. I can’t ignore him.
I’ve vowed to stay celibate for one year. That’s twelve months, 365 days and google tells me a total of 8766 whole hours! I’ve abstained for four months, one week and two days. I have seven months, three weeks and five days remaining.
But Temptation is here now and he’s dressed so smartly, and smells so delicious. And that smile, oh that smile…